Or these bags…..
or even this bag………. (although I really like this one and it does deserve some discussion.)
Today is the 20th anniversary of my 29th birthday. ACK!
I awoke this morning once again to find my permanent luggage right there on my face. It was my birthday wish that they disappear. I was pretty certain that they were a 40th birthday gift. I clearly remember waking on that particular date to find what I believed to be a new development. And I was NOT happy about it either.
But before you get all weepy and go out shopping for sympathy cards, today there is good news! It’s a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! I was going through some old photographs and made an amazing discovery!
I won’t bore you with all of my baby photos
3rd Grade SMB
If my mother was still with us, we would have to have a serious discussion about my bangs. Seriously…………………what was she thinking? And don't even get me started on that big ole bow.
Clearly I was born with bags under my eyes. You can see that even at four years of age……….bags……….right there under my eyes. Kindergarten………….same bags. 3rd grade………….still there.
All this time, I thought the bags I was carrying were a sign of aging. Now doesn’t that shine a different light on the subject? These darn things are a sign of eternal youth.
So there you have it. I may be a bag lady but I’m a very young, spring chicken, bag lady, dammit!
I feel so much better now.
Smart Mouth Broad