7 Years Bad Luck

Well, Thomas has 7 years of bad luck and I got to use the kickass CSI flashlight trick again. 

While we were picking up the pieces, we decided that we had that mirror longer than we’ve had children.  It’s been in a bathroom drawer in 9 different homes, which include, seven different cities, four different states and two different countries.

We can’t decide what its’ original color was because the plastic frame and handle fell off years ago.  We’ve been carrying around a round piece of glass attached to an aluminum foil backing for over 14 years.  We have bought new mirrors throughout the years, but nobody was allowed to use “Dad’s Mirror”, except me, and of course, Dad.

Thomas used that mirror to see the back of his head when shaving.  That mirror watched his hair grow back less and less over the years.  That same mirror gave me my first glimpse of when I lost my hair.  That mirror was pretty damn lucky to make it through that moment.  It had most recently shown me views of the beautiful curls that have now grown beyond my shoulders.  Thank you, mirror.

We’ve used the mirror to draw smiley faces with toothpaste; the kids used to put it in front of my face while I was sleeping, and then wake me up and try to scare me because I would see a monster; we used it to cut cocaine (just kidding….as far as you know.); I’ve been known to catch the light and reflect it on to someone’s face while they were sleeping; I tried to stick it far back into my mouth to see if I could see the stupid popcorn husk that was stuck to the roof of my mouth, it didn’t work; I put it beneath a sleeping baby’s face to see if it fogged up, because I was a scared new mom and had to check every five minutes to see if the baby was still breathing; when the girls began to “primp”, I showed them how a mirror could see the back of their hair and it was like I had given them the stars in the sky;  I used the mirror as a learning tool like in the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes”.  Towanda!!!; and I hid it quite frequently when I knew Thomas was going to cut his hair and then I casually reclined on the bed while he opened every drawer grumbling about where the !@#@!$#@ mirror was.  It made me laugh every time.

RIP.  We’ll miss you.

P.S.  We are not replacing you, we are just upgrading to more bedazzle.  Besides, this one talks and you know how I enjoy a good chat.

P.S.S.  Thanks for coming along on the ride.