Okay, my best girlfriend is almost 17 years younger than me, and today while stopping over commented on various things. One, my home office. She couldn't believe the mess, but, like I told her, I knew where everything is at, was at, should be at, including the popcorn on the floor. She was amazed the paper trail led into the huge livingroom, and took over the big square coffee table. Like I told her, Chris, that, from all that paperwork you would think, I knew what I was doing right? Well, I DON'T, lol. Okay, okay, so, maybe sometimes, I do. Enough to earn some money. Now, after rummaging her way through the mounds of paperwork, the notebooks, the books, she found the laptop, which isn't even mine, it is a loaner. She was sitting there staring at me, and then, said, " you know, R, ( that is my nickname) you are old enough to be my mother." Like I told her, " if I gave birth when I was a mare 17!, or 16" Then, came out, well, I don't get it, why is it we are peers? Why is it, you don't look older than me, you don't act older than me, I don't get it..." she wanted to know my beauty secrets. LOL
I told her.
CHEMO. LOTS OF LOTS OF CHEMO! and, don't underestimate insanity, IT WORKS