Age: I will be 35 in August. For some reason, this makes me gulp. I'm not sure why. I LOVED turning 30 and I've always been a firm believer that like wine and cheese, I have a smoky flavor and am full of fat I improve with age.

But 35 is just sitting there. Like a something that just sits there, waiting for you to get near and then it pokes you with a big stick. Hard.

Heh. I said stick and hard. Heh heh heh.

t is actually 12 yo boy

In other WTF news, oh dear.

Applebee's? REALLY? I...

No, no, it makes total sense. Have you ever been to an Applebees? You can totally feel your life force draining away. At least now we know why.

I saw that in the paper yesterday and just sort of boggled.

I have an energy deficiency too. I call it "my job".

ION, 37, soon to be 38, usually feel early 30s

And this from last night couldn't go unremarked:

Considering that I have a tendancy to swear like a navvy with PMS most of the time, it's an ongoing source of amusement to me that between 8.15 and 3pm Monday to Friday, I'm Little Miss Propriety.

I don't think I ever said it, Fay, but when you first announced you were going into teaching, I was almost perfectly split between "OMG MISS FAY WILL BE THE BEST TEACHER EVER!" and "... you mean, the kind with CHILDREN?" And, let's make it clear, this was not a bad thing in my twisted head.

The caffeine dependency is probably a worrisome thing when you find yourself laying down the strict guideline of "You've had your two cups of coffee already, now you have to wait until at least nine AM to crack open the first Diet Coke of the day."

Oy.

"... you mean, the kind with CHILDREN?"

This tickles me no end for some reason. I wish my kids had a Miss Fay teacher.

"what if we need help on a weekend?".

"My independent consulting fee starts at $200 per hour for x and y. There are additional fees for z, and a two hour minimum."

Feel better, vw.

Teddy had his endoscopy yesterday. They didn't find anything wrong in-house, but the outside lab results won't be in until tommorrow at the very earliest.

Teddy's appetite was much, much better last night. And his weight was up. But we now have to weigh him every night so we can jump right on it if he starts losing weight. Up side -- he wasn't crazy about being weighed but did cooperate eventually. Down side -- he didn't have much appetite this morning.

The vet threw in a thorough grooming while he was groggy. So his tuxedo looks nice and shiny.

Yay for Teddy feeling better, and looking all spiffy.

And looked at us with wide eyes of discovery. "Half the stuff you guys say came off these albums!"

See if you recognize this commonly used phrase in my family's lexicon: "Why should I tell her?"

I am 55. My brain is pretty much the same the geeky, gadget-obsessed, cynical, snarky and depressed thing it was in my 30s. Sometimes my brain is 3 (I want that!) and sometimes it's 12 (That looks like a penis. That looks like a penis!) I do think "Been there, done that, the t-shirt is too small now" more often, and I don't have the rat-trap memory for useless facts I used to have. I think the facts are still there; the retrieval mechanism is just wearing out. However, my back feels 60, my hands 70 and my knees 80.

I usually get pegged at 5-6 years younger than I am, which is currently 51. I feel about mid-30s. I hope to stay feeling like that for a long time.

My grocery store cards everyone. I've gotten so used to it I always have my wallet open and waiting for the clerk to check my ID. OTOH, I was just at a liquor store yesterday picking up a bottle of Fernet for Thursday and the clerk didn't ask. Whether it was because I looked my age or not, he still should have carded, it's state law.