Woo hoo! I'm a Cougar!

It's true. I was chatting with the kitchen boys today at work and one of them made a comment about cougars so I asked him to define a cougar for me. Just because. So he proceeded to tell me that cougarness began at 28 years old, which apparently amused the hell out of the other kitchen boy who actually knows how old I am and stood behind first kitchen boy giggling like a fiend. And apparently waiting for me to leap at the first kitchen boy with much snarling and gnashing of teeth. Silly kitchen boys...I'll be saving my revenge for a later date. When he least expects it. Grrr. I'm kidding. I'm fully at one with my cougarness. As soon as I'm finished with this post I'll be rooting through my closet looking for my leather skirt and leopard print boob top (at least 2 sizes too small). Because everybody looks better in animal prints. Growwwwwl!