I know it's true because a little old lady at church told me.
Mrs. M is a sweet women. She's the devout sort who attends the early Mass and arrives all decked out - the suit, the hat, the purse, the gloves.
The last time I saw her, she raved about the baby and, really, about all the kids.
"You have the most beautiful family," she gushed to Dave. "That baby, those boys!"
"And your wife, " Mrs. M continued. "Well, she looks just like a movie star. That's why you married her, isn't it?"
This was a first for me. No one - I mean no one - has ever said that I look like a movie star. Mostly because I don't. But this didn't stop Mrs. M. She kept right on talking.
"What's the name of that actress? Oh, oh, yes, Sally Field. She looks just like Sally Field!"
Yes, I look just like Sally Field. Gidget. The Flying Nun.
"Don't forget Sybil!" Dave added helpfully.
I think I'll call my Mary Kay lady. Or Google botox?