Had the old mamms grammed yesterday. As the tech was, um, you know, putting things in place, she asked how old I was. 43. She said, "Oh, I didn't even think you were 40". I then wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight.
No I Didn't. Part of me was stuck between, well, the gramm-er. I couldn't really move. So I thanked her profusely and didn't breathe while I smiled as she took pictures of the old girls.