Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Twenty-six, schmix

At Ransom's obedience class last night, we somehow I mentioned that my husband was a dentist while we talked about one of the girl's braces.

Later that evening, the same girl told her mom that she thought I was in high school and couldn't believe I was old enough to be married.

So there, twenty-six.


Anonymous said...

Haha. I know how that is. I have been asked if I am 14, 17, 18, a teenager, close to getting my drivers license, etc since moving here. Mrs. Young

jnet said...

enjoy it! gray hair and wrinkles come all too soon!