I have crows’ feet.
I’m pretty sure they’re new.
Like… this year, for sure.
There they are… crows’ feet.
You can’t see them so well when I shrink the photos, thank heavens.
I’m not sure what they mean… but every interpretation I’ve come up with is not good.
It didn’t help the other night when Maggie, bless her sweet 23-year-old soul, blurted out, “You don’t look that old!”
No matter how you cut it, your own name and “that old” don’t sound so good together.
Just something to ponder…