Does your face hurt?

ah, yes. This is a favorite joke of my stepdad's.

He'd ask "Does your face hurt?"

and I would say, "no."

and he would say..."OYE, it's killing me"

Only today, my face really does hurt. The sore throat from the weekend has moved to the cheekbones, ya know the sinus feeling? Ah my sinuses hate me. I can still breath, however, my eyes feel hazy and squinty.

So since we are talking about my face hurting, let me tell you what my very best friend said to me.

I walked into her beautiful new home on Thanksgiving Day. I could feel her eyeballs looking me up and down, "you look great" she said joyfully.

I know she meant it.

Later in the evening she is looking me over again.

She says, "you just look so much..." thoughtful pause, treading lightly, I could feel her hesitation.

I look up to make eye contact; the evil eye.

"Um, mature" she spits out. "Not older, just more mature"

Oh no she did NOT just call me mature.

Mature?

Translation = OLD.

I could rub in that she is a WHOLE MONTH older than I, but that wouldn't be MATURE of me.

I don't care if you pronounce MATURE like ma-tour (rhymes with manure), it is all still SHIT.

A few nights later, after a few drinks, a couple fiber one bars and Wii Music, we both showed our maturity level as we doubled over in laughter over the most immature things. Ah.

You're only as "mature" as you feel.