Long before my DH and I began to go South my body started the trip.The boobs headed for my former waistline, cheeks joined the chin and eyelids lowered themselves to my cheek bones. My mother now lives in every mirror in the house and the bathroom scale tells blatant lies. I look at the wrinkled old skin covering my body and wonder who it belongs to----there's no way it belongs to me. What in the hell happened? An old crone must have sneaked in during the night and exchanged places with me! The only consolation I can see here is that eventually we all take the same southern route.
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