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!  

I haven't changed since high school!

While walking through Wal Mart a few days ago, I heard my name called.    A lady asked, "Do you know who I am?"  I replied that I recognized her voice, but couldn't recall her face.  She replied, I'm Jane!  From high school.  You look exactly the way you used to!"

I could only conclude she was insane.  I could have sworn in high school I had a fairly trim figure, and dark, almost black hair.  Now I'm a little shorter, a little wider, and now I'm a "natural blonde".   I also don't recall those two deep vertical wrinkles between my eyebrows being in my graduation pictures.  Although .. I'm pretty sure everyone's photos were airbrushed.  Still, you'd think I would have noticed them.

Which leads me to a profound observation.  Ever noticed how "middle age" is roughly 10 years older that whatever age you are?  It was more believable 10 or 20 years ago.  I said it just the other day, and darn, now I'm going to have to live to be 120.