Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Recently I was talking with my husband about a woman we know. I said I thought she was too tan....she is obsessed with sunning herself and her skin looks like leather. My husband said, "That's not her only problem." And I said "What do you mean?" He said she was too skinny, too made up, and too tan.

I was sort of shocked. I thought her figure looked great--she works out all the time. She does wear a lot of make-up. And has "procedures" done on her face. She is clearly concerned about her appearance. But to me, she always looks put together.

Unlike me. Ever since I had my heart attack, I am obsessed with the INSIDE of my body, not the outside. I don't wear make-up. I don't wear fancy clothes....just work-out clothes and sneakers all day long. My nails are short and utilitarian. My hair is wild or clipped up in a bun.

When I told my husband I thought this woman looked good, he disagreed. "She looks like a stick...too skinny. And too much make-up. You look much better."

"Me?" I croaked. I couldn't believe it. "Are you crazy?" 

"I like your look. You look.....scrubbed."

"Scrubbed?" I asked. What the hell is he talking about?

He answered, "I like that you don't wear make-up and all that stuff. You look scrubbed."

I realized he meant "freshly scrubbed"....since my face is make-up free. You can see every wrinkle and freckle.

God bless that man! The woman who wears a size 2, has perfectly manicured nails, and a face lift can't compete with "scrubbed."

Good thing I married that guy.

Scrubbed and proud of it!