Lately...I have been feeling old

I went to the bank today to deposit my dad's paycheck because he is out of town. He had left me a deposit slip, so that was cool, but I was having issues trying to forge his signature. I remember Dave used to be able to do it pretty well, but I couldn't even remember quite what it looked like. Anyway, the teller asked if I was Kathy (her name was also on the deposit slip) and I said no. Then she asked me if I was Dave's wife. I was like, uh...no, I'm his daughter. She said she didn't think he was old enough to have a daughter my age. Now, I am not loving this being old thing. I think being fat makes me look old. When I was 21, people thought I was like 16 and now, people keep thinking I'm older than I really am. I did not love being mistaken for 16 at 21, but now, I would take that anyday. I haven't gotten carded in at least the last 6 times I have bought alcohol at a restaurant or store. That makes it sound like I buy a lot of alcohol, and I would certainly age faster if I were drinking massive amounts of liquor. But I do not and I am not. Lucky Dad for looking so young. Apparently when I am his age I will not have that issue.

I saw Knocked Up last night and the theater was remarkably full for a Tuesday night, especially for a movie that's been out a couple weeks. I don't think I was as disappointed as Shannon was, but apparently that's because I didn't see 40 Year Old Virgin. I'll have to work on that. The movie started out pretty funny, but then it totally turned into a romantic comedy, which is, from what I've read, not what Apatow does. But whatever, it was still better than the last movie I saw in the theater, which mostly just made me want to watch Can't Hardly Wait. Not because they were anything alike, but because Ethan Embry is in both and he was not so much a creepy old guy in Can't Hardly Wait.

It must be summer, because I went to a softball game on Friday and I scratched my legs for pretty much the entire time we were there. Surprisingly enough, by the time we left I had not managed to rip all the skin of my calves or give myself welts. Yay. But seriously, I do not want to give myself welts like I did last summer. Particularly since it takes approximately 4 months to get in to see my dermatologist. And Dave, this is not the post that I was working on with all the links. That post is still a work in progress. Maybe I will do it tomorrow. For those of you who aren't Mark or me, Dave is the most awesome big brother ever. Thanks for helping me everytime I call you with a stupid question. And for not making fun of me for it, either.