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Oh, yes…..crossing my legs in church noticing my shoe, not remembering that I’d worn that pair…I hadn’t-the other foot had a different shoe 😵‍💫

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Ha! That's hilarious.

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Grandchildren keep us humble… like, “Mosie, why you have those lines by your eyes when you laugh?” I can either scowl (which does not remove said lines, by the way, but only calls them to deeper attention) or l can say, “They’re a gift from your dad,” and go on! Baby, I’ve earned these laugh lines! 🤣

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I love the nickname Mosie! And their honesty sure does keep us humble!

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Laughing very out loud right now. Love doing life with you through these posts, Michelle! Trying mine on backwards as we speak. Maybe we’ll start something!

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Ha ha! A grandma trend. Frankly, it would be so much more functional to have those big pockets on the front instead of my backside.

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😆Absolutely!

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One reason I'm the grin gal is because I give myself so much could-be-embarrassing content to laugh about. I misread your word "mishaps" as "misshapes" and I figured that would be my beauty pageant name. Here she is, Miss Shapes. Because round and double bellied is a shape, right? Thanks for the fun but true essay on life!

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Misshapes is pretty appropriate for midlife too. Although, I'm perfectly and appropriately shaped for a vegetable—squash or eggplant come to mind—that isn't what I aspired to when I was twenty.

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