That’s the only thing I can conclude at this point.
Last Saturday, we went to family picnic hosted by Mr. French’s work place. They had all kinds of fun stuff for the kids including a jump-in castle, face-painting, balloon artists and toy prizes.
Fun was had by all.
I got to meet many of Mr. French’s co-workers for the first time.
On Monday one of them asked him, “How old is your wife? She looks like she’s twenty.”
Which is a good two years older than the last time someone asked.
I think my age is catching up with me.