"Who threw this shoe?"

I've always been somewhat disdainful of women who make comments like "Oh me, oh my, I'm only thirty! Can't you tell?!" when they're obviously 47. As one who proudly parts my hair so that each of my 3-5 grey hairs show, I hope to be a woman who just accepts my age and lives with it. No teenybopper pants for me when I'm thirty. No sirree.

Or so I thought. While I was driving up to SLC, singing Ace of Base, I thought, "Oh Ellen, wasn't it so much fun to sing this song on your birthday? Being 21 is the best."

...dang it.

Though, if I were as young as I'm feeling, I'd be 40 today.