I'm a happy gal. Really. I like to smile, and I do it a lot I think.
(sorry about the nose shots)
So the other day, my Sweet Baby Girl says to me, "Hey mom, you have a down turned mouth."
"You know, your mouth turns down when your not smiling."
"Ahhh, no you little darling, I didn't know that. As if my mouth turns down." I say as I walk to the bathroom mirror to check out what she's talking about.
So, she ends up being right. My mouth does turn down. The funny thing is, I don't remember it being that way. And when I pull back on my face, (you know on both sides of my cheeks), it doesn't turn down anymore.
Which brings me to the conclusion that my mouth has fallen and I can't get it up! Oh well, I guess I'll be smiling a lot more now. And I won't be mean and tell Sweet Baby Girl that her mouth will probably turn down when she turns 44 too. (But I'd like too!) I'll let her enjoy it while she can.
I bet my Florida sister is checking her mouth in the mirror right now. Tee Hee