I like to read Dooce.com mainly because Heather B. Hamilton is very funny. But I recently discovered how butt-kickingly beautiful she is and now I am overcome with jealousy.
Being chronically constipated has done wonders for that girl’s skin. Or maybe she’d be even prettier if she wasn’t constipated, and being constipated is just God’s way of evening out the playing field for the rest of us.
Is it my imagination, or do young moms nowadays look better than young moms fifteen years ago? Heck, when I was thirty I looked more like Heather’s dog than Heather.
(We won’t be going into how I look now. Suffice to say teenagers = tanning beds in the wide spectrum of wrinkle inducers.)
UPDATED to bring attention to the slow decline of my brain. Heather B. Hamilton is married to Jon Armstrong, making her Heather B. ARMSTRONG, as it says on her site.