Dear Bathroom Mirror,
It must be a real downer to have someone give you a sleepy sideways glance every morning and then gasp, moan or shriek in horror. I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me.
I’m sorry for splattering toothpaste all over you twice a day.
I’m sorry that you have to look at all manner of dishevelled hair with no ability to express shock and horror of your own. No mouth with which to laugh or offer condolences.
But ’tis the season to be jolly, so tonight you’re going to shine. I am going to wrap you in sparkly Christmas lights and you are going to look fabulous.
To better mornings,