G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
So over the weekend I was dining with a bunch of nice old ladies. The one across from me looks at me and asks, "So, what grade are you in?"
I was dumbfounded, which she must have realized, and amended her question to be, "I mean, how long have you been out of school?"
My response: "Ten years."
Old lady: "Oh! My! Well, you certainly don't look it."
Thanks. When I'm 40 and I get that response, then I'll fully appreciate it. For now, it just makes me feel as if I'm not being taken seriously. Grrr.
4 Comments:
Well, der. Stop wearing your hair in pigtails and your "I *heart* Lance Bass" T-shirt. Sheesh. ;)
Dang it! Is that what it is?! Ugh. I'm, like, so glad that you're my bff so that you can honestly give me advice. I *heart* you!
HIGH FIVE!
Remember, like, jamming to Five? (Or is it 5ive? Or F5ve? So confusing.)
YOUR LAST DAY IS HERE!
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