How old am I? How old do you think I am?
I had so many other things I wanted to talk to you about tonight but here we are.
Today I had to return something at the mall, I got sidelined by one of those kiosk people, you know, please come over, let me touch your hair, moisturizer your skin, you know.
I normally don’t even talk to those people. I remember be out to dinner with KH and TS, we were at the mall, on our way to see JV at her job at Coach and someone pulled me over to talk about a hair straightener, I’m not even sure how they got me to talk to them. The next thing I know, this person had pulled my hair out of its pony tail and started straightening my hair. The look on my face frightened my friends, they thought steam was going to come out of my ears! I managed to get away without anyone getting hurt.
The moisturizer guy tried to talk me into the $125 ball of something with gold in it. Who knows what it was, I wasn’t buying it, his lines or the product.
As I was walking away, he asked if I was younger than him, I asked how hold he was, 34, he thought I was 32. No, I am not that gullible, it’s still nice to hear. We all know that I am a bit older than that and I’m good with it. I do look younger than my age, all the women in my family n my moms side always look young, well into their 90s, good genes.
Now, coming full circle back to my opening thought stream, how old am I or do they think I am?
When I got the mail today, I had an envelope for Neptune Society…I could win a free pre-paid cremation! As well as information on cremation. This was not just junk mail, well it is, but it was addressed to me personally, my name and address! What? The letter inside had my name n the greeting!!
There was information about the benefits of cremation, the economics and an entry form to win a free cremation!
So, in conclusion…how old do they think I am?
Peaches Prattlings 