So.... I'm shopping after a full day of working the front desk at a lovely hotel. I'm feeling pretty good about myself, makeup and hair working today.
I stroll into the local Brookstone Store at the mall and am enjoying browsing through all of the latest offerings. My feet are a tad tired from working all day, so I take the time and sample the magnificent foot massage device.
Adequately refreshed, I confidently sashayed over to the personal hygiene section and coyly peeked at myself in the $150.00 chrome magnified mirror.
Yikes!
Who new?
I am a Bearded Lady.
I've stood at the front desk, greeting hundreds of people from all over the world today, and I did this while donning a beard and mustache.
Life's a bitch.


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i think as i aged i redefined the term "best friend" to mean 'the person who will come take care of the strays if i am ever in a coma'