Thursday, June 26, 2008

Teenage Dirtbag

At the funeral of my great grandmother, my grandma, Glo, introduced me to one of her friends as her youngest granddaughter. The woman smiled at me and said, "Sixteen and driving?" I narrowed my eyes at Glo and she said, "Tell her Mel." I looked again at the friend and explained, "I am twenty five." A red flush rushed over her face. . . "Oh, I am so sorry!"

3 comments:

Anna said...

At least people dont think you are 30.

Scott and Alison said...

I totally feel for ya. If it makes you feel better, when I first met you I thought you were at LEAST 17...sheesh. ha ha

P.S. I added you to my list because I'm a blog whore and if I could, I'd spend all day reading people's blogs instead of going to work.

Megs said...

mmm...heey ho. You need to blog something cos I miss your face.