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Frou frou

Last night was my husband’s company’s Christmas party.

I wore eyeshadow and pantyhose. I used a curling iron. I used hair spray.

There was a time in my life when those tools were in-hand daily. The bathroom counter was my workbench. Now, it’s where I sit small children to dab boo-boos with stuff that stings, but only for a minute.

And now I will post my once-a-year photo of me and my husband.

The last time we went to the company’s Christmas party was in 2004. My how we’ve changed:

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