Okay, it's official. When asked how old I am, I lie, when asked how old I FEEL...I say 35. But now others have stated that so it's official.
I'm in Aspen, having a ball and doing things like long walks, interesting lectures and a rock concert! Feeling very young, I was dancing to the music of an old buddy Chris Isaak, when four young..and I mean teenager type guys were talking behind me.
Well, you Dear Readers know how I hate loud talking (like on cell phones) at inappropriate moments, so I nicely asked them to keep it down.
We got to talking and it turned out they were all in their early twenties and very adorable.
They actually asked me to go for drinks with them, and I told them that was very sweet, except I could be their grandmother! True...but let's not go into details.
They were shocked...or pretended to be...and insisted I was not old enough to be their mother.
How old am I...I asked, hopefully.
35, they replied!!! Yeah, right! And they refused to believe I wasn't.
I love Aspen!!!