Not so fast

I so don’t care that I’m 37. I never feel like I have to lie about my age or pretend I’m younger than I am. In fact, I actually feel like I will really hit my stride in my forties and am looking forward to it.

This afternoon I quick ran into Trader Joes to pick up a few items for our road trip. We are heading up north to watch Adam and a couple other friends run Grandma’s Marathon tomorrow.

As the 20 something check out boy was making small talk, he asked if I had big plans this weekend. I told him about the marathon. He then asked about the training. I told him Adam had been having some problems with his hip and various other things and then he says, “Yeah that stuff just happens when you’re in your forties.”

Whaaaaaa???? Excuse me? Are you saying my husband is in his forties because he’s not even here for you to see, so how the hell would you know how old he is? Or are you assuming I am ALREADY forty therefore I am married to a forty year old. Do I look forty to you you you you snot nosed ass?

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