I was out today with my father getting ready for the drive back from his beach home to Seattle. A new neighbor happened by and my father introduced me as his daughter. The lady smilingly looked at me and said, "Oh, and how old are you?" I paused rather taken aback. It has probably been 30 years since I was asked this question in quite that tone. However, seeing as how there was no reason to take offense, I replied (truthfully) that I was 45. At this my new acquaintance became quite flustered and explained that she didn't have her glasses on. I should hope not. I may look a bit young for my age, but it has been a long time since I was 15. I don't even get carded anymore.
O.K. This is what I "really" look like. Except I ran it through Photoshop's watercolor function. I took this picture using the timer. I'm amazed I didn't chop my head off or something. By the way, I'm terribly camera-shy.