quote of the weekend.

22-year-old guy: How old are you?

Me: How old do you think? (here’s where I figure out if I’ve been getting enough sleep)

22yog: 21 (don’t get excited, he’s drunk and it’s dark)

Me: No, I’m 29.

22yog: No way! But you don’t look like there’s anything wrong with you!

I am so moving to Europe when I hit 40. I’d much rather be considered a hot old-lady slut, than have little pipsqueaks counting my crow’s feet.