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May. 4th, 2007 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisy"Oh my god!" said New Lady At Work Who Shares Hitler's Birthday, whom I shall refer to as Angela from now on because a)that's her name and b) it's it's quicker and easier than "NLAWWSHB". Anyway, she said, "Oh my god!" and added, "How old is your mother?"
Sigh. I know where this is going. "Guess."
"I'd have said late forties, maybe fifty, but that can't be unless she had you when she was a teenager."
"I was born when she was twenty-four. She's fifty-seven."
"Oh my god! She wears it well."
She does, actually. Although, happily, she's getting too old for us to pass as sisters. I got into trouble a few weeks ago for guessing that her friend Maureen is younger than her. "No! It's all make-up! And have you seen her neck? Have a look next time you see her - scrawny like a chicken." Not that she's vain at all; oh, no. :-) It's genetic; my grandmother was at it too, forever preening that she looked more youthful than her ten-years-younger sister. I suspect I'll be the same when I reach middle age, lording (ladying?) it over my more wrinkled contemporaries.
In other news, a recent headline from the local paper:
WOMEN GET FREE TOUCH-UP
It was about women going to the cosmetic tent at the horse races, but... they couldn't think of a better way to put it?
Sigh. I know where this is going. "Guess."
"I'd have said late forties, maybe fifty, but that can't be unless she had you when she was a teenager."
"I was born when she was twenty-four. She's fifty-seven."
"Oh my god! She wears it well."
She does, actually. Although, happily, she's getting too old for us to pass as sisters. I got into trouble a few weeks ago for guessing that her friend Maureen is younger than her. "No! It's all make-up! And have you seen her neck? Have a look next time you see her - scrawny like a chicken." Not that she's vain at all; oh, no. :-) It's genetic; my grandmother was at it too, forever preening that she looked more youthful than her ten-years-younger sister. I suspect I'll be the same when I reach middle age, lording (ladying?) it over my more wrinkled contemporaries.
In other news, a recent headline from the local paper:
WOMEN GET FREE TOUCH-UP
It was about women going to the cosmetic tent at the horse races, but... they couldn't think of a better way to put it?