Everyone tells me that's a good thing, but I keep wondering when I'm going to look like a grown-up. Today, I was trailing around behind Sherri in Nordstrom and kept thinking to myself, "these people would probably be shocked if I told them I'm less than 2 months away from my 25th birthday". I mean, you know a salesperson thinks you're young when they recommended shiny, barely there lip stuff at the makeup counter instead of actual makeup and then apply it for you as if you've never worn lip gloss before. (Actually, I kinda felt like I could have given her a few lessons in make-up application. No one is fooled into thinking your lips are bigger than they are when you apply lipstick on and AROUND them. Jeff's all "that's what I'm talkin' bout girlfriend".) I'm also sure that when I'm out in the driveway washing the car people think I'm doing a "chore" to get my "allowance" not that the car belongs to me and I've been driving for almost 10 years.
Oh well, I guess I'll just keep slathering on the sunscreen, hoping at least to avoid looking like a freakishly wrinkled twenty year old.
