O told me yesterday that I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was extremely flattered for about 2 seconds until he followed up with "but..." and proceeded to explain to me how I used to look much younger before Little Z and now I have all these wrinkles around my eyes and forehead.
"So now," he concluded "you look 30."
I openly pouted, but secretly I'm thinking that's quite alright as an ending to a conversation about my newly found wrinkles!
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