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Ms. Interpretation

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I've got a theory about that

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Ms. Interpretation Ms. Interpretation I've got a theory about that Saturday, May 10, 2014 Another sign of aging Most of the signposts for aging haven’t been too surprising.   White hair, fading features, slowing metabolism – not great, but expected.   Then there are the ambushes. I’ve been called “ma’am” for about 10 years, especially if I am visiting the south.   So when we were in New Orleans, having lunch with friends of ours, I didn’t blink when the waitress asked, “And what will you have, ma’am?” Except I hadn’t gotten ma’am’ed.   I got Mom’ed.   (“And what will you have, Mom?”) Keep in mind, I’m 44.   Our friends are in their early 30s.   I suppose it’s barely biologically possible that one of them could have been my kid (or maybe the waitress thought we were a family on a day out?), but COME ON!   I’m telling myself it’s all the white hair that threw her off. Posted by Derende at 11:48 AM 3 comments: Labels: dammit Saturday, March 3, 2012...

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