Me and my baby face

On Tuesday night before class, Josh said, "Ready to go hang out with all the kids? You're going to be the old one, you know."

And I said, " First of all, usually adults take the evening courses. And also? Whatever. I totally fit in. In FACT, I bet at least one person thinks I'm a high schooler taking dual credit courses."

And I nailed that bet, before I was even IN CLASS, no less.

I was walking up the stairs with two other women who were attempting to find the room we had been switched to and they were discussing why they were taking the class. One woman turned to me and said, "And you! You're just a BABY! You're the same age as my daughter, I'm sure."

And I said, "Weeeeeell, probably not. I'm married and have two kids. I only LOOK like I'm twelve."

And she said, "No, not twelve. Fifteen."

Thaaaaaaanks. So I now look fifteen, which is an upgrade from twelve, right? I almost look old enough to drive!

We had a good chuckle and I told her how used to it I am, that people knock on my front door and ask me if my mother is home, how I'm suspiciously carded anytime I order a drink, how I was nearly kicked out of a hotel swimming pool after children's hours were over because I had no ID with me in the pool and he didn't believe I was over 18 (my mother-in-law had to vouch for my age, funnily enough), how I've been asked to wait for my mother before being allowed to get on a hotel elevator.

Good times.

So, long story short, I survived class with a little help from my good friends Coffee and Motrin and I look like a fifteen year old. I feel mostly better today, except my throat is still painful and one of my lymph nodes appears to be threatening to explode, but better is better, so I'll take it.