Rob turns 30 this Friday. I'll be 28 next month. But other than the "Bride of Frankenstein" white streak I have growing on the side of my head (thank God for hair dye) I haven't noticed any signs of aging yet. Rob has joint pain, gray hairs, and is starting to get some wrinkles. But I feel exactly the same as I used to.
This weekend I went to pick up some bagels, and one of the young girls at the bagel shop expressed surprise when she noticed my wedding ring. "You're married??" I've gotten this before. "Yep, two years now." She says, "Oh my gosh, you look sooo young." When I tell her I'm almost 28, she looks stunned. The other girl overhears and says, "Did you say you were 28?? I thought you were 20!" Now that I'm almost 30, being mistaken for 20 is pretty great! I sure hope that when I'm 40, I look like I'm 30.
So I'm just going to go ahead with living life like I'm 20. Here's a picture of me from this weekend giving my friend, Kay, a birthday lap dance. You can tell she finds it very sexy.