Once I finally remembered what I am (and I remembered this from my idea of throwing myself a Not-30 party next year) I tried to save face by saying the reason I had trouble was that I'm really a 12 year old in a grown-ups body. Garblet looked at me with head cocked. "Y'know, I've always thought you were 16."
"Inside - I always thought you were about 16 years old."
Shellio agreed with her. My response - "I'm 12. At 16 I was reading Plath and John Webster and Shakespeare. I've regressed a lot since then. Hey! Do you guys remember the band N.W.A.??"
A big day - nay! - a big 2 days with IG2. Many discussions. Mostly about bubble wrap, cricket, goats and car crashes. More on all that tomorrow.
And for anyone who hasn't seen this - a most wonderful rant on the joys and bliss of periods.
You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll relate