We check ID!
Why is it that Aaron and I only get carded when I order a drink? He could walk in with a pacifier hanging out of his mouth and order a beer, but as soon as I open my mouth to order MY drink, we get carded. We card anyone under 50 my ass!
Do I really look that young?
It's tricky because I can walk into a liquor store and pick up some vodka, no problem. Perhaps they think if I have the audacity to ask, I'm probably old enough.
Anyways, I cut the square out of my calendar for yesterday. I'd rather pretend yesterday didn't happen, thank you. I feel like that children's book about the bad day, you know the one. Here's my version of it:
Rebecca and the no-good-don't-mess-with-me-I-didn't-get-the-offer-yelled-at-my-husband-head-is-throbbing-very-bad-day.
And so help me if these wicked weird dreams I'm having don't stop, I don't know what I'll do. I honestly have been waking up wondering if they are real or not. Yesterday I was navigating my out of control car at high speeds on the snow/ice. weaving in/out of trees, poles as best I could. The other day was about my watching the news and finding out my favorite hamburger joint put bad things in their hamburgers (I won't elaborate) and this morning I awoke to remember my dream as my car starting/stalling and then stalling in the middle of the highway and I had to push it into a gas station that was closed for remodeling and they had no fuel. And boy was Aaron mad when I called him to come rescue me. I really blame her for that because for some reason her post stuck in my head. maybe I have an underlying fear that could happen to me. In my mind, it's hard to tell.
Anyways,
Happy Friday!
Do I really look that young?
It's tricky because I can walk into a liquor store and pick up some vodka, no problem. Perhaps they think if I have the audacity to ask, I'm probably old enough.
Anyways, I cut the square out of my calendar for yesterday. I'd rather pretend yesterday didn't happen, thank you. I feel like that children's book about the bad day, you know the one. Here's my version of it:
Rebecca and the no-good-don't-mess-with-me-I-didn't-get-the-offer-yelled-at-my-husband-head-is-throbbing-very-bad-day.
And so help me if these wicked weird dreams I'm having don't stop, I don't know what I'll do. I honestly have been waking up wondering if they are real or not. Yesterday I was navigating my out of control car at high speeds on the snow/ice. weaving in/out of trees, poles as best I could. The other day was about my watching the news and finding out my favorite hamburger joint put bad things in their hamburgers (I won't elaborate) and this morning I awoke to remember my dream as my car starting/stalling and then stalling in the middle of the highway and I had to push it into a gas station that was closed for remodeling and they had no fuel. And boy was Aaron mad when I called him to come rescue me. I really blame her for that because for some reason her post stuck in my head. maybe I have an underlying fear that could happen to me. In my mind, it's hard to tell.
Anyways,
Happy Friday!
posted by Rebecca @ 8:57 AM
3 Comments:
At 10:32 AM,
lainb said…
I'm 24 - but I've been told I look anything from 19 yrs to 28 yrs. I think it really depends on what I'm wearing, how my hair is, how much make-up I have on (mascara and chap stick is about my norm! haha). But, when I do get carded, I HATE that little eye brow raise some people give...as if they're deciding whether or not it's a fake ID. Luckily, I'm not getting carded as much anymore.
At 2:43 PM,
Jenn said…
I never get carded... People have always thought I was older than I really am, I think they base it solely on my height. I'm hoping this stops eventually because I don't want to be 30 and offered a Senior Discount!!
At 10:37 PM,
Tuna Girl said…
I was mad in NYC because I didn't get carded. That's a first for me and I'm 31. Someday you'll be flattered. ;-)
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