“I don’t seem to need as much foundation,” I told him, squinting my eyes and leaning closer to the mirror as if that would somehow make a difference in how my reflection appeared.
“I know. What’s wrong?” He wasn’t joking around as usual, and he too began squinting and leaning in to the mirror. “Is it the mirror?”
“Or maybe the light. Can we take them home with us?” I asked and he glanced up at the fixture as if he was going to figure out a way to take it down. “Oh wow. This is pathetic. Here we are indirectly discussing how BAD I NORMALLY look!”
His attention was diverted from the light fixture back to me. “Aw, you always look beautiful.”
“Too late to schmooze now! Get out of here and let me finish.”
Good thing we’ve been together for thirty years and he saw me when I DID have a flawless complexion! Plus it helps that love is blinder than a friggin bat! Ah, the good ole days, though, of tight, beautiful skin that barely needed any cover-up, foundation or big ass sunglasses! But now spackling and big ass sunglasses do wonders to hide flaws and