#amusement

As E. is coming down on Friday, I went and bought some cider in preparation (because drinking cider whenever we see each other is a thing we like to do - although, I have a feeling that this will probably change to wine).

Anyway, after I had gone through check-out and was wheeling my groceries to my car that I suddenly realised that I had not been asked for ID - which normally occurs because one of the curses (blessings) of being Asian is the fact that I look perpetually ten years younger than my actual age. It was the oddest feeling in the world because I felt both happy and sad: happy that I finally looked like I wasn't still in high school, but then this was quickly followed by disappointment because I have reached an age where I would actually like to still look juuust a smidge younger than my actual age. 

I relayed this all to E:

Me: "I just bought some cider for us when you get here, but I didn't get asked for ID. Must be looking particularly mature today"

E: "MILF looking"

I had to lol at that.