How Old Do I Look? Apparently, an average of 74.
As if I didn’t need another colossal time waster in my life?
Today was the day to start training for a summer Half Century ride. A mile down the road, something was wrong. Stopped at a friend’s house and he saw I had a broken spoke on the rear wheel.
Came home and ate a bunch of pretzels slathered in peanut butter.
That drove me to my newest brain freeze — the How Old Do I Look site.
Have you heard about this? You upload a photo and it tells you how old you look.
I scratched out my friends’ ages because it didn’t seem fair to post without asking them. And I certainly wasn’t wasting more time getting them to sign media image releases.
Their ages were decade younger than mine anyway, promise.
It got even better.
Kim and I at a birthday party.
Kim and I at a football game. BTW Kimmie, you were in your 30s.
So I then spent more time looking for pictures where I didn’t look 10 years older than I was.
Two hours later . . .
It seemed like 34 is about as young as I’m going to look according to Microsoft.
Nope.
I didn’t get my bike ride in.
I didn’t get my 2000 words on my first draft written.
But I guess I got a blog post done, filed it under a new tag — Vanity and hopefully got this silliness out of my system.
Going outside to the garden and be productive after quick selfie and see old I look before I’m productive.
78 and male.
I bet I hit 80 — sex to be determined — before 9 p.m, no sweat.
Have you tried this thing?
