The 'Lady' Upstairs

Never have I considered coming to an age when I would be referred to as 'lady.' I look in the mirror and while I'm painfully aware that tiny wrinkles are starting to form around my eyes and saggy skin around my jaw, I still see a young girl. I feel energetic most days and don't dress like I'm 50. I am young as far as years-of-life go! The real youngsters don't agree.

The first time it occurred was when an 18-year-old and a 19-year-old moved into the apartment below me and my husband. I don't remember exactly what I heard them saying, but I was definitely referred to as 'the lady upstairs.' My face looked like this:  =-0

I told my husband - 'I'm the lady upstairs!!' He just laughed at my shock and horror.

The second time was when I was driving down the street. I was heading to pick up my husband from his grandmother's house and while attempting not to hit two young people who were driving past me on a quad, one yelled 'Come onn lady!' Guess I was driving too slow...

So it's official. When I walk past the strapping young men at the mall, and I think they are probably checking out my hot, young bod (lol), they are actually thinking 'What is wrong with this lady?' This realization wont stop me from exercising, buying fashionable clothes and using wrinkle cream to prolong feeling young! Okay, I haven't gotten to the wrinkle cream stage yet, but if I'm called lady by a stranger again, it might just happen.

Julia