My good friend and co-worker in crime, Janna and I have been mistaken for sisters. It pretty much started just after she became a mother. She is a young mother - still just at 30 - with two adorable daughters. We go to lunch together just about every day I work and at least once a month, if not more, we are always asked by servers, cashiers, nail technicians... you name it... if we are sisters.

No, we say - we're just co-workers.

But not too long ago the unthinkable happened.

It was mid-afternoon and we were on the elevator going down to the deli to get an apple chocolate chip cookie to nibble on get us through the rest of the day. All of a sudden, another gal jumped on the elevator with us and commented on how much we look alike.

"Yeah - we get that all the time!" we regale with laughter. She's so cute and sweet to say that to us!

And then she said...

Wait for it...

Are you mother and daughter?

And she was serious.

Dead serious.

We laughed and yee-hawed and commented that we were just co-workers in the research department, all nice and silly like we are.

But then she hopped off the elevator onto her floor. The elevator doors shut with nary a sound between us and her.

And I started cussing her out crying.

I really did neither, but it has been a source of turmoil when I do see her wandering the halls. What a poor, pitiful, young thing she is to think that I'm old enough to be a mother of my 30-year old co-worker. I would have had a bun in the oven in junior high if I had a daughter her age. In junior high, sister.

The only thing I was most concerned about in junior high was who I was going to sit next to on the church bus on the way to the roller skating rink.

Again, I ask... Does anyone know where I can buy a t-shirt that states "Don't Talk to Me" that I can wear when I am around people who like to ask personal questions? I'm willing to pay even bigger bucks for it right now. It happens to me all the time!