This is how it begins. I’m in the bathroom, trying to make sense of my face. I bought a magnifying mirror recently, because otherwise when I put makeup on I’m just guessing. Thanks to my deteriorating vision I’m going by muscle memory more than anything else. I apply eyeliner to what I think is the right place and when I put my glasses on I see I’ve extended it out to my temples. I should probably give up at this point with eyeliner; what am I, Cleopatra? But I digress. Anyway I’m gazing intently at the 12x magnification of my pores—really, it’s mesmerizing—when Scott edges his way in.
Here is a tender marital scene for you.
Here is a tender marital scene for you.
Here is a tender marital scene for you.
This is how it begins. I’m in the bathroom, trying to make sense of my face. I bought a magnifying mirror recently, because otherwise when I put makeup on I’m just guessing. Thanks to my deteriorating vision I’m going by muscle memory more than anything else. I apply eyeliner to what I think is the right place and when I put my glasses on I see I’ve extended it out to my temples. I should probably give up at this point with eyeliner; what am I, Cleopatra? But I digress. Anyway I’m gazing intently at the 12x magnification of my pores—really, it’s mesmerizing—when Scott edges his way in.