...When it was over, we got to take a look at
ourselves in the mirror.
Then we went into the pub for dinner (beer
and fish 'n' chips for me), after which we had to go to Atria to show
my mother. Thank goodness Marta was taking a video when we knocked on
the door because the look on her face when she saw me should definitely have
been recorded for posterity. She looked like someone had just shoved a
bag of dog feces in her face, she turned away from me and hid behind the
door, in the dark kitchen. She didn't want to turn around and look at
me again.
Turns out she thinks Ned looks fine because
he's a man but I'm a woman and she can't stand to look at me.
Several times through the short time we were there, she glanced over at me,
grimaced and looked away again, though eventually she did accept it.
She's going to have to get over this real quick because we're spending the
day tomorrow driving around looking at wildflowers. (She says that's
OK because wild flowers can't SEE me like people can).
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