“Do you know what you want for Mother’s Day?” asked my husband.
“Yes, I do.” I said. “They have these new facials for women my age. I don’t know what they are called. Something with the word “abrasion” or “derma-something” where they take a little blade and scrape it across your face. It removes the dead skin cells and it also gets rid of your facial hair.
“So, essentially, you would like a shave?” he asked.
“I guess I do.” I said.
To all the mothers out there: may you feel as beautiful and sexy today as you did the day your legs were up in stirrups and you pooped on the table.