I Am Smart. -Ish. Well, Maybe Not.

Today I had a pretty good day. DESPITE the fact that it was a Saturday and we had to leave for Baseball at 8:30. Hey, it beat our weekday 6:30 wake-up call.

It was nice outside. The park was small and contained. Gigi had fun playing with Sebastian, whom I didn't even have to offer money for doing so.

It looks a little weird, but she was happy. She asked him to dump leaves on her head.

Thorsten's first stint as a baseball player went fabulously well. Julian enjoyed himself on the same team. 

All was PLEASANT. Enough so, that I chatted with the coach's wife. 

She: "Yeah, Matt graduated from Basic High."
Me: "Cool, what year? I have friends that went to school there."
She:" '92."

My thoughts, exactly as they were thought after this statement:
"What the hell? He graduated in '92? She told me earlier he was 37. That means that he graduated when he was almost 20? What's wrong with him? I'm 37 and graduated in '89. I must be so much brighter than this guy. I am probably a genius. I always knew it. Where is Judd? I need to tell him. Crazy stuff, I finally have proof of my superior abilities. This is fantastic. This day is unbelievable. I love life right now."

I smile pleasantly, and move on with life. Smiling smugly. WHO can I share this amazing discovery with?

10 minutes later, my thoughts, EXACTLY as they were thought:
"O MY GOD, what is wrong with me. Good thing I didn't talk to anyone about this, especially Judd. OMG, I just want to crawl under a rock and suffer with my inferior brain by myself."

I AM 39. I AM NOT 37.