Did that lady just call me Grandma?

Oh NO she didn't! Oh YES she did! Now mind you, I've been dealing with 2 weeks worth of sick children. At least 10 nights of interrupted sleep, meaning a body other than Mr. Handsome's is lying next to me in my very comfy bed. And, a lack of any sort of make-up application today. Which isn't that unusual. It's kind of how I roll. This is how it went down folks. Careful, it's not pretty.

One of the ladies who works at Elvis' preschool asked if I was there to pick up a different child.

lady: "Are you here for Lucy?"

me: "Nope, I'm here for Elvis."

lady: "Oh, my mistake, Lucy looks just like you, with big brown eyes and a round face."

(That's a whole other slap in my big, round, chinless face!)

me: "Which one is Lucy?"

lady, pointing to a darling little girl, who's maybe 2: "She's this one."

me: "She is a cutie, that's for sure."

lady: "Yes, can't you see why I thought you must be Lucy's grandma."

me: "WTF!"

Okay I didn't get into expletives right there at the preschool. I also didn't start to cry. However, I am rethinking the "oh so stylish" salt and pepper hair I've got going. Obviously, the lack of make-up may need to be re-thought as well. But really "Grandma?" Holy cow. Needless to say, this Grandma decided to come home and pour herself a big fat Grandma cocktail. What do old ladies drink, bartender? Well, make mine a double!

Add this to my Life Soundtrack.