The other day on the radio I heard a letter being read about "being old". (She was only 43, but whatever.) Anyway, one of the best lines was "the laughter from my youth is forever etched in the lines by my mouth." (Or something akin to that.)

I liked that.

Also, I have noticed that *I* like peoples' scars. I like the story behind the scar and that the person has more "character". But somehow stetch marks don't strike me as scars, per se. ...but I suppose if they were on the body of someone I loved, I wouldn't care.

My H is very hairy. Prior to him, I thought I didn't like a hairy chest. I *love* his hairy chest. And he has hair on his back too- and you know what, I like it. I NEVER EVER would have thought I would like that. Love sure can change a person's point of view.

Speaking of the "expectation circus rolling into town"--I can tell that I have already purchased my VIP seats.

Me-43
H-46
M 12 yrs 7/09
T 15
2 grown kids
bomb 7/05/07
H moved out 8/04/07
11/22/09 told him I quit;let's get ball rolling
Mid Dec- he isn't sure he wants D
End 2/2010-Starting to consider piecing