I thought I would share my most recent education on genetics while at work. I turned 30 over the weekend and I shared with a co-worker my adventures from the day of celebration. Story telling was short lived when co-hammy overheard and ate the story. Co-hammy is your typical tublerina; dyed hair, lack of hygiene, and round as she is tall. She snorts, "When your my age you wont be able to do that anymore, your body wont be able to take it.". I know she is 26, so being at work all I said was "I'm 30" to cut the conversation off. This triggered her PTSD of the local McDonald's burning down, she had the 1000 pig stare and stuttered a piece of education for us all.. "I thought you were 23, wow you have great genetics. You are so lucky to be naturally in shape." This was as she was standing there with what was left of a box of Christmas cookies in her hand.