Thirty years old and yes I am adopted

I know there must have been a time in my life that I was able to have a conversation without mentioning that I was adopted, but lately I seem to be having trouble with it.  After the "I was adopted" comment falls out of my mouth I realize there is no need for a thirty year old woman to mention this during an everyday conversation, yet there I find myself doing it again.  Old friends expect this kind of comment from me, but new folks I encounter are caught off guard.  They tend to give me a very serious look when most of the time I am looking for a laugh.  Over the weekend I had yet another incident.  We were out celebrating a friend's thirtieth birthday.  One of our friends brought his new girlfriend, and this is the poor soul I dropped the "I was adopted" line on.  A discussion started on what Dallas is known for- the Dallas Cowboys, JFK, and the classic television show Dallas.  

In retrospect I should have nodded my head in agreement, but instead I take the opportunity to tell one of my stories.  

"Larry Hagman's  (JR Euing from Dallas) sister lived next door to my parents when I was born.  Since they weren't prepared when I was born, she brought over a baby crib to help out.  I slept in Larry Hagman's baby crib as a baby," I said. 

I could have stopped here and it still would have been a perfectly normal story, but I continued. 

"My parent's weren't prepared because I was adopted.  They got a call and headed up to the hospital to pick me up.  I was just a day or so old.  It wasn't like I was an orphan or anything," I said looking at the new girlfriend of my friend.  She starred at me with a confused look and somewhat sad eyes.  It was obvious she didn't know how to react and I don't know what kind of reaction I was expecting.  As soon as I said it I wish I hadn't.  Once again, lesson learned.  Try and control my adopted mouth.