So I was sitting at the Southern Sun today, reading my Martha Stewart Living, and waiting for my family to arrive, and I ordered a beer.  I was so happy that the Jah Mon Ginger reappeared on the menu, and Martha had her newest egg decorating tips, and I had ridden my bike to the sun without falling on a patch of ice, and I just sighed and thought “Spring is almost here.”

And then I was carded.

And for one brief second life really was perfect.

And then I thought, “Why would they card someone who is here with her family at least once a week, if not more, for the past 6 years.  Am I, as I have feared in the past, invisible? Is it because Dave is the friendly one?”

And then I thought again.  “I’ve still got it.”