It's one month before my 41st birthday, and I've been feeling pretty good about it. Everyone tells me I don't look anything near my age, and could easily pass for 10 years younger. Which works out well since The Tall Guy is 10 years younger than I and looks his age. Apparently however, these are my friends and I should keep them close. To wit, the following:
Last night, The Tall Guy was feeling very ill and quite frightened about it. He asked to go the ER. As they were checking him out, the registration person stopped to chat with him for a minute before he directed her to me for information. So I'm sitting in the little "privacy booth" giving name, address, etc, when she drops the bomb. The Big One.
"So you're his mother?"
I think I need to lie down.
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