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!"
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3 comments:
At least people dont think you are 30.
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.
mmm...heey ho. You need to blog something cos I miss your face.
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