bunny hop

How was your Easter weekend?

Hope it was a rainbow of pastel colours, bunnies and chocolate. Or in my case, gateau and pineapple juice. I am now trying to function normally after a long weekend of late nights and lie ins.

I have been cursed (or blessed?) with a baby face- despite rolling towards 30 I still look like I am barely out of my teens. And I will be the first to admit, I still sometimes act like one. Because of my baby faced curse I'm often subject to being patronised from time to time. Sometimes in a harmless way and other times in a way that makes me think if they knew my real age I'd be spoken to as an equal and not as if I was fresh out of college.

I feel like I am the only 27 year old that regularly gets asked for ID when simply buying cigarettes. Alcohol, I can understand...but to think I am younger than 18 makes me want to cry. I've just had an appalling moment with the world's most annoying security man who mimicked me in a high pitched voice when I said my boss wasn't in. Die already. How about, I have a mortgage and own more shoes than your wife you totally condescending douche.

Name that film:

Elgin Perkins: Is your mommy here?
Brand: No, actually she's out at the market buying Pampers for all of us kids.