Looking Older?

So another birthday has come and gone. I that much closer to being elderly. I must be looking a lot older than I feel...

This is kind of a sad but funny story.

I was given the wonderful gift of pampering myself from a great friend for my birthday. She and I met at the spa for my super hootie pedicure extravaganza. I arrived first, filled out the paper work about what surgeries I have had (interesting background to give for a pedicure). I was ushered back and we began picking out the polish. I thought I would chat, all friendly like, with the nail technician since I was going to be hanging out with her for the next hour. So I said, "I guess I should choose one of these glittery pink colors, my daughter would like that." She says yeah, looks at me kind of strangely and suggest a different, more tasteful color. Just then my beautiful, rather young looking, friend comes in and says she is with me. The nail tech looks up at her and says "Oh, is this your daughter?" Um, what do you say to that? We both fake laughed to ease the awkwardness and I quickly shifted her attention back to the nail polish colors. I wonder what that girl was thinking, especially when the conversation progressed from small talk to the affects of breastfeeding on the body and mind. I guess it was good, I didn't worry that anything I did or said made her uncomfortable for the rest of the appointment. And don't worry, caring friends of mine, I didn't take it to heart. I am not cruzing the beauty product aisle at the teeter in search of the latest anti-aging potion. But I do think it is about time I take better care of myself. I think my new "adult daughter" has the right idea, spa day is moving way up on my priority list. Though we may have to go to a different technician:)