What age am I really?

The other day I went to get some supper and picked it up at the drive- through (when you can pick up a meal at a drive-through, you know there is not much nutrition value there, but it is quick and easy for those of us who work late and know that waiting at home are angry people wanting to be fed immediately) and the lady taking my money and handing me the bag of food said she applied my senior citizen discount.

Hello! Did my voice sound that "experienced" over the speaker? She did not ask me and I did not tell her to give me the discount when I spoke to her.

The discount was already applied by the time I reached the window and when she saw me, even in the dark, and noticed those silver hair roots peeking out like night crawlers after the rain, she surely had to have believed it was the right thing to do. (Yes, it is past due time to call Mel, my beautician magician to restore my blonde hair.)

When I got home I told my husband I was offended. Not that I have anything against senior citizens as many of them are my friends but I am just not ready to admit I am as experienced as them. (I have a few more years to gain those life lessons that will put me in the same category as them.)

My husband was pleased I was able to save some money on his meal and I guess wouldn't mind me getting that discount more often.

After I laid that out on him, I was looking through the mail and discovered a magazine, "American Baby" among the bills. Surely this had to be a mistake, I thought, as the rural carrier sometimes gives us items belonging to our neighbors. I always look things over carefully before opening them but indeed, my name was on the magazine. It made me laugh.

But I'm a senior citizen! I don't have the energy to start over raising babies again. Not that I didn't enjoy my babies but I did have more energy 20 years ago.

It would almost be worth it to become a mom for the fifth time to see the reaction on my 16- through 20-year-old-kids' faces hearing they were going to have another sibling. The total embarrassment would be fun to see! I guess I will just leave that little joke for April Fool's Day instead of really going through with it.

In one day, I went from being older than I am (not much) to a much younger mom; that is enough to confuse anyone.