Clay lost his sense of smell about 4 1/2 years ago, around the time when George was starting to produce stinky diapers.
This morning Clay told me he can't see things so well close up. So, when he's up close and gazing into my eyes, I'm in a permanent state of soft focus, just like Elizabeth Taylor and Barbara Walters.
Thus being said, I'm done with showers and make up and Clay will never know the difference and think I'm the fairest of them all.
The rest of you will have to suffer.
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