Mr. Ryan proudly announced that had just learned about George Washington and Hammerhead Lincoln.
And finally, this morning JB and I were checking out of our hotel and the hotel manager approached us.
"I was watching you two at breakfast,'' he said. "Are you twin sisters?"
This was not the first time people have thought JB and I are sisters. But twins!
"No," I said, "We are partners. We've been together 25 years. But I'm getting worried. You know how some people start to look like their dogs?"
"No," he smiled. "You both look great. Even your jewelry is great."
"Well, we are kind of cool," I said.
We all laughed. But oh dear God. From the looks of it JB and I are going to walk arm in arm looking like a pair of elderly old maid sisters one of these days. Maybe even now. This does not bode well for my aspiring babe goal. And since when have we looked alike anyway? Not... :^)
Here's my final thought: If I can laugh because my grandson has nibbles and knows about Hammerhead Lincoln, if I can bowl completely pathetically and live to tell about it; if I can hang out in nightclub bowling alley so totally proud of these two adult children I love so much; if I can have an organism eating sushi; and if I resemble my attractive fashionable partner, well, things can't be that bad, right?
Ask me how I'm doing in a couple of days. Because please god, I'm ready for a new and better week all the way around. And not just for myself....