So I'm officially 27 now, and yet, I feel no different. My MIL, a very wise woman, once told me (okay, she told me this yesterday) that it isn't how old you feel physically but how old you feel mentally...how prophetic is that? As I'm pondering this information, I realize she is right. I pulled a muscle in my back the other day because I got up too fast. Ouch! But inside, I still feel like a giddy teenager, especially when my husband gives me that *look*. TMI? Sorry! Seriously though, I still feel young and heck, I still get mistaken for a 15 year old when I'm at Wal-Mart trying to buy a rated R movie. Annoying? YES! Flattering? YES!
Ahhh...life is good!
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