There was an article in the news yesterday saying that certain aging markers (I forget which--things like BP, maybe?) differed significantly for different people. So maybe he's aging faster than you, meara.
ETA: Here's the article. [link]
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There was an article in the news yesterday saying that certain aging markers (I forget which--things like BP, maybe?) differed significantly for different people. So maybe he's aging faster than you, meara.
ETA: Here's the article. [link]
I'm in Maine this week, and the law here is that they have to card anyone who looks under 30, and I've been carded every time I've ordered a drink. So I at least look under 30.
Oh sure--she just went to 15 year reunion and the girls tend to look a lot less different than the boys, that's for sure. But even still--it's not that if I'd seen him out I would've thought he was 40 rather than 34, just...
A friend of mine always says that men's looks change more drastically than women's as they age. They tend to get fatter, greyer, balder. Partly it's that they feel less pressure to try to look younger or mask the signs of aging.
Truth.
Although, I was sitting near what I'm pretty sure was a husband and wife and their many kids on the plane the other day, and I would have put her as much older than him, despite (because of?) her dyed hair and "cute" style.
In continuing vacation news, today my mother and I are making the annual pilgrimage to her hometown in Rhode Island for fried clams! Her cousin and husband are meeting us there.
My mom has already forgotten that my sister and I visited her last weekend. Sad now.
Someone in training just whined "But that's one more thing we'll have to remember to do!"
I would either make a terrible manager or the world's best manager, because my mental response is "SUCK IT UP. IT'S YOUR JOB."
I'm so sorry, tommy. I'm glad you have consolation at hand in the form of a cat and a lovely neighbor who writes cat diaries and wants to make out with you, even if neither of those is the same consolation as your mother remembering would be. All sorts of (platonic, non-making-out) hugs and punctuation.
Bleh. Do not want to go to work. Leaving at noon anyway, but really just want to get a jump-start on it by not going in at all.
I woke up okay but got progressively grouchier on the bus because the heat was on and that made me feel like I was sitting in a pool of humidity. My email made me angry and I may have been Active Bitchface for about 10 minutes while getting breakfast. Then I felt like a jerk because the email I thought was calling me out actually was an offer of help.
I've got an appointment to see an apartment here next Thursday: [link]
Now I just need other leasing agents to get back to me so I can get visits booked.
That's walking distance to the Zmayhem, shrift!