Skidmarks. Short and long. Mostly straight. Wide and thin. I added double bleach to dad’s underwear laundry load. There are some things you really don’t want to see or know about your dad. Gross whitey tighty skidmarks are one. Eeewww. I have been married and have always done the laundry. If this were a medaled sport, dad wins Gold.
Now I know why mom says she hates having her picture taken and looking in the mirror. Cuz she looks 74 yet feels 25. Reality (and our interpretation of it) is a shock to the system. Because I am a woman “of a certain age” I can see far away fabulously. It’s the close up stuff I have serious problems with. When in SanFran recently, my sister licked her thumb and proceeded to wipe off mascara specks around my eyes, giving me crap about make up application. So, when I got home I bought one of those magnifying, light-up, make-up mirrors. The mascara issues are over, thank GOD, because now I have way bigger issues like huge pores, cavernous eye and lip wrinkles, nose hair and I am growing a mustache!!! That the eyes go at a certain age, I have decided, is God’s way of making aging a bit more palatable. If we can’t see it, we don’t worry about it. The magnifying make-up mirror is a product of the devil.
A couple of days ago I decided to start my own business. Marketing for Small Businesses. I’m moving my office upstairs to the dining room table. I’m excited and scared at the same time. Good time to be living with mommy and daddy!!!
If that mirror is one of the illuminated ones, it's even worse. I'm not aging gracefully either. My body is betraying me.
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