This weekend a woman I was having dinner with guessed my age to be 27. I smiled sweetly at the compliment but didn’t deny it at all. Then she asked how old my son and daughter were. When she did the math and realized I would have been a 15 year old teenage mother a sort of look of shock and some embarrasement washed over her face. Instead of correcting her, I just said, “Yes, I started a little young, but it all worked out.” She quickly changed the subject.
27! HA! Me and Dick Clark, we just got that gene, ya know? 😉