I have a few sets of photos on my camera, but I just haven't had the time to get them online, so let's have a silly chat, shall we?
My awesome sister came to visit me at work the other day, and the strangest thing happened. The ladies who I order food from asked if she was my daughter. Yes, you read that correctly. I was pushing her baby in his stroller, and she was dressed a little more casually than me, but how in the world does that happen?
I think it must've been my gray hair at the temples because the facts are:
- We are only 16 months apart. I'm 37 and she's 36.
- No one has ever asked me before if I was a grown woman's mother.
- My sister colors her hair a beautiful chocolate brown, hiding any gray hairs she might have.
This is a very silly thing to be indignant about, but man did it get me thinking. Do I need to color my hair? I like the way it looks now, and it never occurred to me that I looked old enough to be like what late 40s, early 50s. Do I look older than that?
So, this is where the really silly part comes in. You guys see plenty of pictures of me including ones right after I had the Kid and was all sleep deprived and exhausted. Please, for the love of Pete, tell me I don't like a full 10 years older than I actually am. You win extra special awesome Internet friend points for doing this (even if you are lying.)
Your Middle Aged Blogger,