Beth Dalby

For anyone out there who's even bothering to read my Facebook profile anymore (since I've never really done anything with it) -- a relative of mine just pointed out that my birth date says June 8, 1968.... Uh, yeah, in a world where Time Travel is possible, maybe. For those of you who also noticed but never said anything, I can only imagine that you were but politely assuming I was suddenly trying to pass for much younger than I am... Oh, I am cringing. Cheryl? Anna? Clare? Wally? Marc? REID???? The same principles apply here as would apply to seeing a woman emerge from the restroom with her skirt tucked in her pantyhose.... please say something. (I'd put a fake one in because I didn't want my real info going anywhere out in space because of all of the ID Theft scares and could have sworn that I'd checked a "dont show" button.) And besides, anyone on my Facebook already knows how old I really am...