The other day I had an occasion to wear one of the beautiful dresses hanging in my closet, waiting for just such an occasion to go out again into the world. I bought it when my youngest (twins) were around 2 years old, but I’ve lost some of the baby weight from having them so I was looking forward to a slightly looser dress. Strangely, the dress fit the same as it did the first time I wore it. Hmmmmm. Alright, one-too-many tacos. I’m not devastated over it. I am above that kind of self-beating. I enjoy tacos and I don’t exercise every day because I have time-management issues, but I am working on those deficiencies within myself, so I will eventually get there. So I put up my hair and was feeling quite pleased with my fancy ponytail as that is really the only updo I can do, and then I raised the handheld mirror above my head with the big mirror behind me so I could admire my hair work, when what did I see in that mirror? MY MOTHER’S ARMS. Good lord, I am a vibrant 40-something and my mom is nearing seventy, and yet…her arms were somehow on my body! Needless to say, a few less tacos and a little more upper-body work is in order. And then maybe a margarita raised above to celebrate my accomplishment. Cheers!

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