Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for October 05, 2020

Yes. There are days like that.

My mirror lies. I swear it shows me some old guy’s face.

They can laugh at such a sad sight, Aunty.

Seems like yours would shatter.

I need to have a talk with my mirror: it laughs at me every day…

A friend just had cataract surgery. Her first comment was, “I didn’t realize how much I’d aged!” Talk about a glass half empty person. . .

It doesn’t laugh while you’re gazing into it, old girl!

Smile, and the mirror smiles back at you.

Any halfway sensible mirror should avoid wise-cracks!

An, gladly, it doesn’t talk about you to others.

Laughing isn’t what I’d expect from your mirror.

…or snicker, or make snide remarks, or…

Mine just tends to fog up.

My mirror cries.