Everyday I get dressed and complain about how it looks,
The pants are too tight,
The bras bursting at the hooks.
Nothing feels just right...
Oh tell me Why, Oh Why, do I fuss so,
When my hair frizzes up
And how is it that my skin lost it's youthful glow?
Everyday I feel closer to teeth in a cup...
We move around in our day to day lives,
Worrying about the mundane and petty issues.
Cleaning dirty hands, and comforting cries.
Feeling a little like dry dirty tissues.
When will I learn that beauty,
Is in the eye of the beholders?
So I guess it is my duty,
To hold my back straight and square my shoulders.
When I ask my husband,
"Honey, does this make me look fat?"
As long as he wears that wedding band,
he responds, "No, you've never looked better than that."
Moral of the story, Train your honey to respond to dumb questions and you'll never have an ugly day again!!
