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I happened to be looking through some documents at the kitchen table and an old high school photo popped out. I was in this picture looking fly, at least I thought. My beautiful wife was sitting at the table with me. I showed her the photo in the hopes of hearing some kind of encouragement. I said, "See me in the photo?" She said, "I see...ummp!" And then she bursts out laughing. What kind of wife...would laugh at her husband?!?!? Here's the salt to wound -- She then begins to add, "I don't wanna tell you what this looks like because I don't want to hurt your feelings", as she continues to laugh. As I lick my wounds, I ask her to tell me. She proceeds---"You know the show Land of the Lost?" This conversation is not going in the right direction. "You look like the alien on the show!", she says. Nice! We are both laughing by now. At the time of the photo, I was wearing a red cardigan sweater, red turtle neck, grey slacks, black loafers, and some dark sunglasses. You couldn't tell me jack! I was hot!---then! But now, ummmmm.....

My boys look at the photo. The youngest starts yelling out, "Those glasses! Oh my GOSH! Those glasses! What in the world!" And on and on.....

The fortunate thing for me is that my wife said that I have aged well. Thank God for the upgrade. I have to make sure that I keep up with the times. My wife tells me that I should go shopping for me and take care of me. I think more about her and the boys and their needs; I put myself on the back burner. What I have to remember is that I also represent them. Perish the thought if my boys look at me as Frumpy Daddy.

Lend me your thoughts on how you keep it up. There is no off season in my learning...Peace.

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  1. As a fairly new mom and wife I can relate. I often iron the hubby's clothes, get the baby dressed in the hottest toddler fashions and then throw my crappy outfit in the dryer to knock the wrinkles out as I take a shower so I can kill two birds with one stone. So here's what I do on those days when I happen to catch a glimpse at my "frumpy" reflection in the mirror.....eat lunch with my most trendy girlfriends (partly for the fun, partly for the inspiration) go shopping and let them pick out three items I would never choose for myself!

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