Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Year My Life Became A Jane Austin Novel of the 21 Century

I'm not blind.
I'm well aware of the fact that I have enough gray hair coming in that I really have to color it on a regular basis. (Thank you Mom and Dad for both going gray in your twenties.)
Also, my skin is not as sparkly as it used to be and I for sure have some fine lines going on around my mouth. Sad.

That said...

A *girl* knows she must have something going for her when the 19/20 year old pizza kid puts a yellow sticky note in her food that says "Cute Girl" and asks me to text him and leaves his phone number. Hilarious.


Susan Skitt said...

(Grin) OH my!

Susan Skitt said...

And the post below this? Check out if this could be sent to PRAY mag as a filler. Poignant, heart-felt, lovely.

Much love,