Maybe it's time for me to pay more attention to my appearance. I don't always put myself together when I know I'm going to be home all day. At supper last night, Ryan was talking about who he might marry. He made it sound like there weren't many choices. He told his mother, "I can't marry you...and you're beautiful!" Knowing that my hair wasn't done and my face wasn't on, I asked, "What about me? Am I beautiful, too?" His quiet little comment was, "I think you used to be..." Megan laughed, darn her! Just wait until SHE gets to be my age and discovers that beauty fades and things sag, and there ain't nuthin' she can do about it!
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