Today's the last day I get to be 38. For years I have told the kids I was 29. LH finally told me last year that I didn't look like other 20-somethings, and decided that I was 31. I never corrected her. Technically I was 31. At least. At least 31.  This year, she was all set to agree I was 32, since I'd spent the last year "being 31"... until daddy tried to break the news that I was, in fact, 39. Thirty-nine. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I know, baby, I can't believe it ... VIEW POST