The truth revealed

September 23, 2006

I’ve accidentally-on-purpose been lying for a number of years about my height.  To my credit, it was hearing how tall others were that was causing me to compare my height to theirs and figure:  if I’m 2 inches taller, well, then I must be…5’7.

In the last year and a half, I’ve had my height taken at the doctor’s office.  And both times I’ve been “heighted” at a ridiculous five.foot.five.

How depressing.

Do you know what this’ll do to my BMI readings?!?

I’ll always be 5’7 in my heart though.

Filed under: Mundane by jummy

4 Responses to “The truth revealed”

  1. Denise, on September 23rd, 2006 at 6:25 pm Said:

    Does this make you feel better? I'm 5'1 – according to calculateme.com LOL. Had to try convert it, as I only know metres! (1.55m)

  2. matt, on September 24th, 2006 at 3:10 pm Said:

    5 5"? i think spongepants bob is taller than that.. wear 20 inch heels maybe

  3. shannon, on September 25th, 2006 at 3:35 am Said:

    Ruh roh….BMI will not like that one bit!

  4. bankssss, on September 25th, 2006 at 6:40 am Said:

    lol LIAR…i waslooking at u that time we met like hmm 5'7 huh

    jk

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