On Christmas Eve, we went on the Decorations Tour. The guide had this diary entry from the 1700’s she wanted someone to read, someone about the age of the girl who wrote it. She looks at me and asks, "How old are you?" And I totally blank. How old am I? I can’t remember. I know I’m older than 25 and not 30. So I say 27. Not the answer she wanted, she wanted 19 or 20. Later Brendan looks at me and says "You’re 26 by the way." Sweet Lord.

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