pygmy

It finally happened. We were at a hardware store in Forks, and someone referred to me as "his son" (him being my husband Jason). Once we got to the car I couldn't stop laughing. I told him we should have started making out.
So I've been: his daughter, his sister, his cousin, his roommate, his abductee, his cult member.. it seems, far more often than his wife. :p Oh well.
I wonder how old he looks? I wonder how old I look? He would have had to impregnated some chick when he was 14 to be my dad (I'm 18, he's 33). I know I look younger than I am, but I think he also looks younger than he is. Who knows. It's just funny.
In other news, I'm sick today. We went to a restaurant that we've eaten at with no problems before, and I think the waitress wasn't listening and didn't check with the chef whether or not the dish we ordered had vinegar in it. So we spent $60 for a day-long pass to the bathroom, basically. I'm pissed.