40 is the new 29.

a couple months ago i carpooled with a group of girls from church to an all-girl, all-the-time sleep over in a cabin in midway. 

it was a labor of love and a token of support for ashlee

i.... did not particularly think it fun to be in a cabin with 13 other girls... but that's beside the point.

on the drive up - schmushed in a car with four other girls... three of which i did not know - ashlee led the get-to-know-you conversation.  it started like this:

ash:  so how old are all of you girls?

g1: 21

g2: 18.  i just graduated from high school.

g3: 24

aub: silence.

without skipping a beat, ash:  did you know aubry just celebrated her 40th birthday?

g2:  uh..... i feel really young.

g1: really? wow. 

silence.

silence.

silence.

ash + aub: {silent snickers and eye rolling.  it was pretty funny}

i see these girls every now and then and wonder if they still think i'm 40. 

whatev.  i think it earned me some cred. who messes with a 40 year old?