You Are Only As Old As You Look

So, the braces may be workin' for me after all.... The other day this guy ran out of gas in front of our house (seriously, if someone is going to break down or run out of gas, they will do it in front of our house...) and he comes knocking on the door. I went to it, with Betty loaded and in my back pocket as always, and asked him what he needed. He was about 50 years old, I guess, looked like a nice guy. He said he wanted to know if we had any gas he could buy- just needed enough to get him to the station on the corner. I told him I had no idea. He says "Well, is your daddy home? Maybe I could talk to him." I said "What?" He said, "You know, if your dad is here, I could ask him." I said " I am 33 years old, sir." He was totally embarrassed, and I remembered that there was a gas can on the side of the garage and told him that he could check and see if there was anything in it, but to just get enough to get him down the road. He checked and there was a little bit in it, and he put it in his car, brought the can back and tried to pay me. I told him to keep his money and to do something nice for someone else that day. Then the next day, I went to an antique store looking for a vanity for Annelise's bedroom, cause that's just the kind of girl she is... The little lady who owns the store is about 65 or so, and she comes up and asks me if I am looking for one for me. I told her "No, it's for my little girl." Then the lady puts her arm around me and whispers, "Oh, honey, my grand-daughter is a teen mom too. It is so hard, but you'll be fine." I just looked at her like she forgot to take her crazy pills that morning, but then it sunk in what she meant. I had no idea how old she thought I was, but she was really sweet, so I decided not to correct her. I replied, "Uh-huh." and just smiled at her. So, the braces may be in my favor. The bad thing is, when I try to dress up a bit in one of my fave Ann Taylor outfits, it looks silly with braces. Only 16 more months to go with them. Tonight is the second soccer game. We had been concerned that Emmaline wouldn't want to play when she saw how aggressive it can be, but let me tell you, she got right in there and fought for the ball and gave it everything she had. We were so proud (and shocked). She really enjoyed it. Annelise looks like Andre the Giant out there, but she has a good time. She is really getting so big and so grown up. Hard to believe that is my baby. Well, it is our turn to bring snacks to the game tonight, so I am going to go get those together- Propels and Cheez-Its it is.