It struck me the other day that I have been chalking up my fine eye wrinkles, straggly looking hair, and puffy morning look to being tired for about 6 months now. Everyday I would look at myself in the mirror and think, God! I look so tired!
Yeah. Apparently I have a fabulous ability to hide from the truth. Once you hit the 6 month point, you can no longer say you look tired. Apparently my new look is not called tired, it's called old.
Ana knew this long before me:
How old is Ana? Three!
How old is Mommy? Old!
Thank goodness I love that kid.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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2 comments:
Hey girl!! I love your blog. It constantly keeps me in stitches!! On another note, when you ask Mikayla how old Lolo (my dad) is, she responds with "ancient"!!!
Hugs!
Jennifer
Oh, no. I only have a few more months to hide behind "tired"!
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