Going into the polling station this evening we were approached by a man with a petition. I signed and he said,
“Is this your father?”
“No,” I said, “Husband. He got lucky.”
“Damn straight he did,” the guy said under his breath, his eyes lingering not so long on my chest that Hubby would need to deck him.
Never, ladies and gentlemen, never underestimate the power of a $120 dye job and a padded, push-up bra. And genes. Below, heritage beauty: my mother in her 20’s:
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