The Silver Lining

All I managed to accomplish Sunday was to walk to the library downtown. When I got there, the security guard, who apparently doubles as a statistician, asked me if I was an adult or a child.

The only thing that would make putting up with all this stuff worth it is if this whole Actual Age vs. Looks-Like Age relationship is linear. If so, I'm going to be one hot 40 year old. My husband is going to be one lucky man...