Today we had a birthday party to go to with some of the kids from daycare. Those moms are cute. They all work out, "They run and it shows..." (name that quote), their clothes are cute, and I've never seen one with snot "oh no, that's banana!" on their shoulder. So I wore one of my cute outfits. Skinny jeans that are too long, so I roll them to capri length. A drop-waist shirt that hides the pooch but shows the girls. Funky gladiator type sandals. So imagine my joy when, while at Target for the last-minute gift bag run, a woman stops me to tell me how cute I look. *Grin* + Sisterhood = Happy me. Then she tells me "I have that exact same blouse! I love it!" Yep. She said "blouse." Because she was 85. So that's a fail on "MILFish" and a fail on age appropriateness. Though I looked pretty cute for a geriatric.