There are some women who wake up and they look fresh as a daisy. When I wake up, I look like a dead daisy that got sprayed with weed killer and then got trampled by a herd of stampeding elephants.
In case you weren’t sure, this is not a particularly attractive look.
Although I’d like to blame this on advanced age, the truth is, I have never been a pretty sleeper. When I was a kid, my brothers lovingly nicknamed me “The Sister from the Black Lagoon” and my parents would argue over whose side of the family was responsible for my hideously ugly morning genes…
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