The answer is 12, by the way.

[annissamazing]

If you're friends with me on Facebook, you've already read the punchline of this story. But here's all the details:

I ordered my schoolbooks early last week. The bookstore will box up your order and hold it for you until you come pick it up. It's kind of a slick system they've got. I got an email from one of my instructors on Tuesday that said, "By the way, you have class on Friday and you're gonna need this book." So I went to pick up my books at the book store yesterday. The girl behind the counter was very helpful and found my preorders for me. Then I told her I also needed the additional book and gave her a slip of paper with the book and author written on it. She took the paper and asked, "Which class is your daughter taking?"

I could only gape at her as I was doing the mental math to figure out how old I would have been when I got pregnant to have a college age daughter today (and those of you who know me know exactly what I look like when I try to do mental math).

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tsk tsk tsk... and to think I hung out with you, and even looked up to you, when you were 12! I had no idea you were promiscuous!