I just realized I didn’t post today, but it’s been a big day. I’ve been at my parents’ house doing some house sitting and helping out with the niece. It’s horribly smoky here from some wildfires, and it’s been unbearably hot–107 hot. Blech.
I did, however, get to go on an outing with my sister and the baby today. She had her first shopping trip in a big box store. I would like to share with you a quick story from that outing.
Upon entering the store, people began staring at the baby. An older couple (in their 60s maybe) came up to us, and the woman was ogling the baby. After a few minutes of this and talking with my sister about her, she looked at me and said, “So you must be the proud Grandma!”
I’m certain the wide eyes and open mouth clued her in, or perhaps she looked at me and saw a THIRTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD woman, but she quickly started apologizing telling me I looked young. Honestly, I didn’t know whether to be offended or to laugh. I chose the latter as I mentioned I was her aunt and not her grandmother.
This just tells me it’s time to get a new piercing, a new tattoo, and maybe a new haircut. It’s time I strive for a slightly more youthful appearance again. Holy shit. Someone thought I was a grandmother. When I told my own grandmother about this, she nearly fell out of her seat laughing.