I did Some Of The Things today, and am satisfied.

She has taken video on her phone and plans to email the district superintendent. HAHAHAHAHAHA! I remember MY district super slipping us shots of The Good Tequila at a wine-and-dine educational event.

Fuck that woman. School is OUT for the day, and god knows (I do) what shit those teachers have put up with today, this year and many former years.

Speaking of Chris Evans, I took a picture of Emmett today and he looked disconcertingly like Lucas Lee.

I am all for Team Soft Butch, though I'm more a fan of the harder core just straight up Butch. ;)

I can also provide photo reference for this look. ijs

You are exceedingly thorough. Thanks!

My pleasure. So to speak.

Although now I'm picturing you with a short hairstyle murder board.

There's red string connections everywhere!

I have the Black Widow hair from Iron Man 2. When I, yanno, curl it or something.

Dang, I need a hair trim. And a re-dye, soon.

I'll be 43 in August, and I think people think I look about 5 years younger, but I looked like I was in my twenties from about 18 to 37.

Happy birthday, Dana!

Agreed that 29 was the most annoying age to tell people.

At 32 I could get away with 24, and at 42 I could get away with 34. These days, I dunno. I know many younger people think I'm younger than I am, but that's because I dress youthful (but not mutton dressed as lamb) and I'm all about pop culture. That and I hide my wrinkles behind my glasses. The last few years, though, I think the stress has taken it out of me and my looks are catching up with my age. Dunno, I look at my almost-former boss who's 3 years older than me, a real California girl, and the skin on her chest makes me shudder and be very grateful I gave up the sun worship even before I left California.

It's a constant amazement that I'm almost 43, but I'm not in denial. "I'm 43, that's right, bitches! AIFG, although I have no idea how this much tempus fugited."

The skin on my chest is bugging me lately - close up, it's definitely looking crepey. Other than that, I have no notion what age I look, and, like meara, I have absolutely no idea what any age is officially Supposed to Look Like anymore.

And I was always bemused by other women who replied to me saying I was 30 with "You TELL people that?!?" Well, YEAH. That's my AGE. I just don't understand how to human.

Oh, I remember that. That was irksome.

For the last two years everyone at work has wished me a happy birthday while very carefully avoiding asking how old I am. I don't expect to be asked again until I'm close to 70, even though I could not possibly care less.

At my work, everyone cheerfully tells you you are turning 21 or 18 or something without giving you a chance to actually say. Which is well meant, I guess, but kind of bugs me because I am pleased to be my actual age. Ah well. Work.

Apropos to this discussion, looks like I'll be spending my 40th with my parents, brother &nephews in NM. Weird. Not planned, timing of another trip out west & when my parents have the boys, just made sense to pop down there. Now if this fare sale on SW will ever end, I can book my return to Baltimore...

I'm gonna ask for a pool party, heh.

Happy Birthday Dana!