Oh the horror!

Something awful happened on my way to work today. As I was walking down 28th street as per my usual morning routine, a man popped out from behind some bushes (literally. This area is the Garden District) and nearly ran into me with his big bouquet of flowers. Once he saw me, he immediately began to apologize and then launched into a slew of semi-cat calls.

"Oh, I'm sorry beautiful! I didn't mean to run into you, beautiful..."

And then it happened.

"Have a great Mother's Day!"

photo credit: NBC/SNL

What? Seriously? Really? No! But yes, it appears that I've finally reached the age of—GASP!—MOMdom! (Screams, shrieks, cries of disbelief) This realization caught me off-guard considering I often get mistaken for a teenager, and nothing I was wearing could have suggested otherwise. I mean, I was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't even see my whole face, and it's not like I was rocking mom jeans or have that telling mom pooch that older women sometimes get. So, how then, could this man tell that I'm officially of Mom-age? Did he somehow know that I'm turning 32 in a few weeks? What was it about me that screamed "I'm a Mom, ask me how" to him?

Well, when I got over my initial horror of the situation I tried to look on the bright side...If he was hitting on me, then that at least meant he thought I was a MILF. And hey, that's something, right?

5x5,
B.