Thank You!

I went for a manicure yesterday. The salon is a new place, because I got a staff infection from the place I used to go (lovely). After reading reviews, checking the place out thoroughly, and plain old listening to my gut, I found this new place. Yay!

So, I'm getting my nails done, chatting with the woman doing them and our ages came up. She was stunned to discover I was 44, because she thought I was her age ~ 32. Maybe I was 34. Maybe. Now, I am really okay looking 44. Don't need people to think I'm 20. However, I must admit, after the debacle where I was informed I looked really good for 69, I don't mind being told I look 10-12 years younger than I am, either.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.