monday night we went to our town square for mia's birthday party. they have a large splash pad and red rock river, tables with shade, waterfalls--it's pretty cool, and the kids are ALL over it. the thing i was all over? the mirror in the women's bathroom.
you KNOW what kind of mirror i'm talking about here, ladies--a skinny mirror. that mirror that we prize above all others was hanging there on the wall next to a line of bathroom stalls, and i was desperate to rip it off the cinder block and run away with it. i loved it so much that i was considering a brief engagement and then a hurried, shotgun wedding, because i didn't think i could live without it. i would dare say women the world over would pay mad duckets (see slang term of the day) to have this lovely in their possession.
this mirror literally took 20 pounds off right off the bat, then enlongated you to "lean drink of water" status. i turned one way and then the other, then turned around and looked at my backside. then back around to front, turned to the side, then to the other side.... i couldn't get enough. it reminded me of the mirror my mom had at the end of the hall in our morningside home. i spent many, many, MANY minutes taking in my express button-down, fold-over high-waisted glory......or whining about the lack thereof.
vain, much? you ask. well, show me a woman who doesn't want to look thinner, and i'll show you a BIG FAT LIAR.
one day i would like to just not care about what kind of mirror i have. but i'm not holding my breath.....