Face It

After a fat, cranky, crabby, saggy Sunday, I announced to Shawn then, hours later, Shana, that I needed to get a face lift and a boob job. Everything is falling down and maybe for my 50th birthday (years and years away) I could get a little work done.

Precious little Shana said, "Mom, why would you do that? You look good."

Shawn..."Why wait so long?"