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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Reality Bites

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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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

Pegaroo said...

Oh, no. I only have a few more months to hide behind "tired"!

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