It's like this ..

...when you go home to visit you should not look at pictures of yourself. Seriously. Most of the time I can convince myself into thinking that I look pretty good for my age and amount of children. Last night I saw some pictures of myself when I was 23 -- post marriage, but pre children. I. Am. Old. sigh
My sister, who is only 4 1/2 years younger than I am, doesn't look old at all. She looks great. double sigh
Today I'm meeting up with 3 of my sorority sisters. We're going to lunch together. One of them, Vicki, is one of my dearest and longest (see, I didn't say oldest) friends on earth. We see each other once a year or so and when we're together it's like we haven't been apart. I haven't seen the other two in probably about 15 - 20 years. I wonder how much makeup I can put on my face to hide the fact that I'm old? Maybe I'll go buy some theatrical makeup. Nahh, that would require effort. Besides, if I went to the trouble to let my hair go grey then I better have the gumption to face the fact that I look older now. I probably wasn't fooling that many people before anyway.
OK, today we attack the fair! Fried twinkies here I come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!