There is something wrong with my mirrors in my upstairs
bathroom. I tell you there is something seriously
wrong with them. I used to wake up look
in the mirror and say to myself good morning handsome let’s get ready to take
on the day. And I could always lie to
myself and sneak that hello handsome in without feeling like a liar. Lately I haven’t been able to say this in the
morning, as the guy in the mirror is much older than me, he has bags under his
eyes, and his beard is turning a few shades of gray, not quite 50 shades but
many colors of old. I don’t know what happened
to that mirror, at first I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me but when
I get outside the beauty of living in Western Wisconsin is all around, it must
be time to replace my upstairs mirrors.
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