Tuesday, September 22, 2009
As she was getting out of my car, she caught her foot in the door and tore a ginormous hole in her stocking. I of course burst out laughing and despite the destruction of her pantyhose, she laughed too. I laughed too quickly. As I pulled away and checked my rear view mirror - I could see my freshly scrubbed face in all of its natural beauty staring back at me. I had left the house without so much as a lick of mascara. My red rosacea kissed skin blazed brightly and I couldn't find my eyes. Quite frankly -- I looked like I had the flu. I burst out laughing and chuckled all the way to work.
The first thing I did when I got to work was revisit that checklist of Alzheimer's symptons. Left me wondering if it is dementia -- or a just sure sign I am getting older and/or forgetful.
But I didn't forget to laugh!