I was having a great night. After getting a speedy head start on my nightly chores I sent my little sweetheart to bed a little early. Feeling lovely about my extra amount of free time for the night I decided to jump right in and take a quick shower so I could spend as much time as possible watching the final season of "Sex in the City" which I had worked almost two weeks for by watching all the other seasons.
The shower felt so amazing after a hot, sweaty day of uncomfortable clothes. Feeling completely refreshed I wrapped my hair in a purple "turbie twist" towel and stepped out to greet my kittens. (Which have to be locked up at night to prevent all night playtime that wakes us all)
*fast forward 3 minutes*
I stood in front of the mirror, still talking to my cats, turbie twist still on my head, now wearing some Mickey Mouse capri pajamas and an oversize t-shirt. The final step of my shower routine was to clear out the remains of my mascara from around my eyes. The fog was still covering the whole mirror, so I reached for the squeegee to wipe it away. The face that I saw staring back at me was one I wasn't expecting, but totally should have. I have gotten older no doubt. Looking back at me was the face of.....
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