you're only as old as...

This morning I had the following conversation with my daughter:

Mom: Today is my birthday!
Catherine: How old are you, now?
Mom: Thirty.
Catherine: You don't look thirty.
Mom: Awwwww...thanks, Catherine. How old do you think I look?
Catherine: Ninety.

So, that prompted me to take the RealAge test that I heard about at least a year ago and have had in the back of my mind ever since. Nothing like hitting a milestone birthday and having your daughter tell you that you look older than your grandmother to bring it to the forefront. According to the results, I'm 24.1, which takes me back to the second summer of my married life with our first beautiful baby girl. Of course, my RealAge was probably 19, then.