Mirrors, not for the faint at heart.

I just love my big, airy new bathroom with huge mirrors that bounce the sunlight around.   But after the shock I suffered today, I may rethink that.  After a nice, long, relaxing shower, I was oh, so warm, relaxed... opened the shower door, and... saw some weird person reflected in the mirror.   Who the heck is that dripping, water-pruned woman in my mirror, bug-eyed with shock, and looking for all the world like a half-inflated Macy's Thanksgiving parade balloon?  AARGH!  I'VE BECOME MY GRANDMOTHER!