by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle

Horrifying admission: I need reading glasses. A couple mornings ago, I literally could not get my eyes to focus on the teeny, tiny words in my Bible.


This is horrifying, but not because I hate glasses. My lover (read: husband) and our youngest child have worn glasses practically their whole lives. I love glasses on them. In fact, I love glasses on everybody besides ME.


I’m horrified because this is yet another clue that I’m getting old. Old-lady eyes that need glasses to go along with old-lady pudginess that needs losing and old-lady greying that needs dyeing. Ugh! I’m still young enough to care.


Horrifyingly, it looks like I’ve got to make three appointments next week – eye doctor, hair stylist, and personal trainer. It would be so convenient (and less horrifying) for old ladies like me if there was a one-stop Frizzled Chicks Beauty Care Center. Hmm . . . now there’s an entrepreneurial idea somebody should really jump all over!

About the Author
I'm one frizzled momma finding adventure and delight everyday...and writing about it! My chicken coop is full of six chicks, lots of friends, tons of books, and plenty of work. Stick around, I've got loads of stories to share.