Sunday, July 27, 2008

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

In the last week, I've been asked:
  • If my 31-year-old brother is my little brother.
  • If I'm my 37-year-old sister's older sister. (This one made me really paranoid. Two times in one week? My family is cute and young-looking, but shouldn't that also include me?)
  • If I'm my 8-year-old niece's sister. (This one made me feel a little better, but... really?)

5 comments:

MUG said...

You must hang out with alot of people with bad eyesight because there is no way you look a day over 21. You always looked FAR younger then you were. Don't let this get you paranoid!

David said...

Well, your 31-year-old brother *is* a big baby.

Holly Harris Murray said...

seriously? you've seriously been asked that? Don't believe it...these people who ask that are seriously seriously bling. no seriously!

Anonymous said...

People are dumb. Enough said.

Rachel said...

Well E. When you wear your hair in pigtails and a jumper one day and then a scarf around your hair like an old woman from you Ukraine and a skirt that goes up past your bellybutton the next, what do you expect?