I’M A BAG LADY

I’m not talking about these bags……


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 because they are stuck like glue in a very old photo album but please allow me to enter the following photographs into evidence to present my case:

Preschool SMB

Kindergarten SMB

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. 

Hugs,

Smart Mouth Broad