So Foreman and I went to see National Treasure tonight which was good and exactly what we wanted to see. (Review: there was a kiss that was INCREDIBLY lame and that's coming from ME but other than that - pretty good). Anyway, afterwards Foreman got Burger King and I went to the Esso Station to get a Slurpee (I haven't had one since August - I rule!) and Sour Patch Kids which I have been crazing. This guy in line asks me when I get up there to pay if he bud in front of me and I said no and then he preceded to say sweet and charming things. He then said "Are you coming home from the bar?" and I said "No just home from the movies" and he said "Oh a pretty girl like you should be at the bar getting hammered and breaking guys hearts." and I said that I didn't think my husband would like that very much. "Husband???" he replied and looked at my hand (no, I'm not lying) and he said he thought I was 21 and I corrected him "25" and he said "Really, I actually thought you were 19 - wow".
That's right. I still got it.