Compelling Evidence

For those of you who don't know, my crazy Kenty's birthday is this Thursday. He'll be 29! Then 11 days later I'll be 26. I can't believe I'll be 26. I can still see my 16th birthday in live action color when I think about it. I don't really stress out about being older. You're only as old as you feel, right? Right. Since I will now be closer to 30 than to 20 (well, actually I've been closer to 30 for the last 6 months) I've decided to compile a list of evidences that I am actually not 26.

I am not 26 years old because...

• I'm scared of the dark
• I can eat just candy for dinner
• I will eat candy before I even roll out of bed in the morning
• I laugh the hardest at a good poot!
• I rent teen movies
• I call my mom "mommy"
• I can still sleep till noon
• My parents give us food when we leave their house
• I love to make prank phone calls
• I dance like a fool
• I don't brush my teeth every day
• I hate to bathe / shower
• I hate going to bed
• I get the giggles on a regular basis
• I fall down (actually onto the ground) like once a month
• I don't like to drink water (ack! I'm partially allergic, just ask Kent)
• I love "Full House"
• I'm not a "grown-up"

So, there you go.

In other news...

Work is crazy right now.

I had to cut all my nails because the kept breaking.

Kent got his hair cut really short.

Jello makes me gag.

Coca is sassy. She talks back to us.

Disclaimer: One of the above listed statments is not true.