Tried to take a photo of myself this morning but this old woman just kept getting in the way…
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That’s so funny! I don’t know who the lady on the other side of the mirror is when I look 90% of the time either — she apparently has my young, sexy image tied up in a closet somewhere 🙂
Good grief, Lisa, I never thought of that! I just knew something was wrong…
Oh and BTW, I didn’t want to indicate my hostage holding lady had anything to do with you. I don’t think your eyes look post office scary — as a matter of fact, I was mesmerized by the the beautiful color of green. Are your eyes really that green all the time?
They’re not really as deep blue-green as they likely look, depending on your browser, and it does matter what I wear as to how well they show up.