Age

While trying to gather thoughts before composing fund raising letter to Fashion Design alums, idly click on link that promises to tell one's Real Age. Feel irritated that have to answer so many questions, but am sure that results will render title of blog more accurate than it has been for the past year and a half, and may, indeed, need to change name of blog to 25-year-old secretary. When get to end of questionnaire, am told by computer that results will be sent to my email address. Ebb and flow of office carries me away to a meeting, back to finish my letter, out for an iced coffee, back to ask Oliver for third time today to Please call the mail room. During these other events, keep remembering that am soon to find out my real age, so when finally sit down to check email, for once am expecting only good news. I am 42. Am very, very angry, especially since lied a bit in answer to some of the questions. Call Contessa and complain to her. She says that she'll take the test and see what happens. Hear back 5 minutes later. She asks in worried tone, she doesn't look 48.5, does she? Assure her she does not. Am ashamed to admit to relief that she fared worse than I did.