I lack a good pictorial spread, and anything of substance to say but feel compelled to litter the WWW with my thoughts and opinions once again.
So I turned to Plinky.
Out of the five prompts/questions I decided to truthfully : ) answer whether or not I've ever lied about my age.
Here goes. No.
I don't think so. I remember buying Malt Duck (how nasty, nasty, nasty was that ? Yuck!) when I was below drinking age, but we knew of a teeny mom and pop gas station that sold the foul brew to just anyone. So. Not for the purpose of drinking illegally.
And, even though the number makes me cringe sometimes, I don't lie about my age to seem younger than what I am. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty thrilled that though gravity and the gray fairy have caught up with me, that I don't look my age. There is nothing that makes my day (and possibly ruins 24s) as when someone thinks 24 and I are sisters. Yes!!!!! And when I was in my mid-thirties and we frequented amusement parks I'd love the guys who promised a prize if they could not guess your age or weight. (I would have never picked the weight guy...ugh....there was a stupid scale!!!) They always underguessed my age by a mile. Yes!!!!!! Thanks, Mom and Dad, for the genes.
Today...I got my eyes checked. And they strongly suggested I go ahead and consider the bifocals since that is inevitable. And at 48....sooner than later. Nope. I will wear the new glasses to see movies and signs better, but I will fight bifocals....until I cannot fight any more (probably because I can't see the weapons/enemies. : )
Oh. It does help to refuse to act my age.
