i debated on posting this shot or not. when i was younger, my hands were my vanity - long slender fingers, just like my fathers. I wore small rings and worn several as my fingers could accommodate them. i wore 'the nails' and french manicures - the works. until one day, it was just all too much for me. the rings were a bother, they got in my way with work - i took off my wedding ring - it all seemed to gradually happen.then, i took this picture and wondered....how did my mother's hands get on my body? *chuckle* just for the record - this will be the last time you see my hands. you see, i can't figure out how i got 'old lady hands' when i feel so young. i can't figure how why i need 2.0 readers when i can see so far. i can't for the life of me figure out why i'm so damn tired all the time. how did this young woman get trapped in this body?
i officially call no fair.
