My little sister Bethany is a hoot. She’s taken Abby’s place as the part-time receptionist where I work, so now she’s the one surfing the net at the front desk whenever the phones are quite.
About half an hour I walked through the reception area, and she was online filling out a survey that would determine her ‘biological age’. I heard about this on the radio last week, and it seems to be a bit of a cool thing to do at the moment – figure out what age your ‘body’ is: are you aging prematurely or cheating mother time?
Anyway, a few minutes ago, the slim, pretty and 19 year old Bethany came upstairs to give me the results:
Bethany: (resigned) So... Apparently my body is 26.
Tammy: (laughing) Oh no! What was the problem?
Bethany: (rolling her eyes) Apparently it’s my lifestyle!
Who knew that ‘exercising zero times a week’ and ‘avoiding staircases’ could cost you 7 years!
Don't worry Beth - you're pleanty young at heart :)
xo Tammy
