This weekend, in conversation, I had a gentleman ask how old I was (Or was it what year was I born? I have forgotten) and I was obnoxious and said "how old do you think I am?" mainly becuase the other day my 20 year old coworker said she had thought I was 22 or 23. But no! He guessed 26! I was hoping I could get a few more years shaved off. I should be happy that he guessed younger than himself. (Oh, I guess the year in grad school + two years in NJ anecdotes don't really lend themself to just out of college age)

But really, why have I been caring about this? Maybe I better go moisturize my face right now. I used the treadmill today to combat the inevitable slowing metabolism, I'm at that age. Also, I can feel my ovaries drying up too, boo hoo me.