Nobody's ever incorrectly guessed my age...mainly, I think, because they never guess my age at all.

However, Sean, fucker that he is, stood in my kitchen the other day and commented: "You're getting quite a lot of salt and pepper in your hair, huh?"

...you know, come to think of that.

Not So Secret Message to Sean's Cat: GO FOR THE JUGULAR!

The SO's birthday is coming up in a few days and he can't commit to what he wants to do. He's got a history of having miserable birthdays and I'm afeard we're headed that way again. Trip to Tucson? To Moab? Party with the local friends? Dinner out with friends, because of dog allergy? Quiet dinner at home (I bought steaks)? He can't decide.

"I'm good. What's up?"

Heh. Sounds like a plan.

Of course, it's a measure of how bored I am that I'm actually responding to random e-mails from people I don't know.

skipped!

Kristen and Tim got me a spa day for my bday, so I'm getting a facial, mani, pedi, brow shaping, and milk bath on Sunday morning. Teh Awesome.

I have to do the math to figure out how old I am. That's been true since I turned 21, I think. At some point I must've killed off the braincell that automatically keeps track.

When I was 15, a guy once actually spit out his drink in surprise when I told him my age, because he'd thought I was college-age. Now people tend to think I'm about 10 years younger than I am, and I enjoy the hell out of telling them I'm 43.

Happy Birthday to Awesome Kathy!

When I was 15, a guy once actually spit out his drink in surprise when I told him my age, because he'd thought I was college-age.

Hee! This same thing happened to me.

Now, people generally think I'm younger than I am. I think it's because of my voice and weight. One of the very few positive things about being overweight is that it does tend to keep the wrinkles away.

Happy Birthday Kathy!

I'm your birthday twin, but I haven't done anything nearly as awesome as your weightloss achievement.

It's apparently a popular birthday time; I just got back from a dinner, and at one point we discovered that all 8 of the people talking (Greeks, Brits, and USians) were born between March 5 and March 25.

I think people would not be so surprised at my age if I grew my grey out. It's totally taken over this past year. I like grey hair but I'm thinking my hair color now (black!) is my OTHaircolor. I think i'll keep doing this until i'm a way old lady.

However, Sean, fucker that he is, stood in my kitchen the other day and commented: "You're getting quite a lot of salt and pepper in your hair, huh?"

Your maddening refusal to grow a gut like all decent men of your age is mitigated by your abundance of gray hair.

I merely follow the moral imperative that compels me to point this out to you.