tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-70864441952402773032008-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:002008-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:002008-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:00Had to laugh about that, Eliz! I have to say that I never worried about wrinkles and such until my husband had double cataract surgeries, resulting in 20/20 vision! We'd both been so myopic for so long, that when we woke up in the morning we looked like Romeo and Juliet in soft-focus to each other. WELL...!!! Once his eyes were fixed...he could actually SEE ME when he woke up! So there I am, all bed-head and no makeup...in cruel sharp focus. Because my poor ol' peepers are still 20/9,000 or so---one step from Braille---he still looks like Adonis---oh wait---is that him I'm kissing, or is it my bedside table? They both look alike, until I put in my contacts...<BR/><BR/>That's why *Jane Eyre* is one of my favorite books. Bronte went on and on about how "plain" Jane was, for 500 pages, then had the genius to render Mr. Rochester blind at the end...so that "to him she was fair beautiful." That's what I need---a Mr. Rochester!:):)not ready for close-up, mr. demillenoreply@blogger.com