The new friend (a girl who just moved out here a few months ago with her husband - Zoe loved her) was quick to tell me I couldn't be older than she was. I laughed a little at this. Without really meaning to, it was like we were competing for who was the oldest.
"Oh, I don't know! How old are you?"
I'm not going to lie, this part of our conversation was one of the highlights of my weekend - especially since I'm sporting quite a few white and gray hairs at the moment. I pushed my next hair** appointment back a bit so I can be stylin' when we go to San Antonio for Fiesta in mid-April.
* I'm actually not in the least bit ashamed of my age. This has taken a bit, but I'm sort of happy with where I'm at now and I'm looking forward to aging gracefully.
**I'm seriously considering taking the plunge and finally going red, thoughts on this?