The Saturday Scavenger Hunt Word was chosen by Laura B. at My Boring Life blog. Her word was face. I'm recycling this photo of me and Coadster for it. it is from when Coadster was a baby and all you could see on her face were her cheeks. Poor Coadster inherited my big cheeks, which I inherited from my mom. She was such a skinny little baby, but if she was bundled up, people thought she was chubby because of her prominent cheeks.
I used to hate my cheeks, when I was younger, because they made me look like I was 12 when I was 18. Now, though? Like most other things about me, I've grown to accept them and even like them. I'm sure when I get older and people start describing me as looking, "Angela Lansbury jowly," I might go back to resenting them, but for now, I got 'em, they're mine, I might as well like them.
Once when I was walking through the downstairs of Gabes, a drunk guy was standing in front of me and staring at my chest. Like many drunk people, he spoke before he thought and said, "Wow. You have really big..." And then caught himself. He looked up at my face and finished, "...Cheeks."
"Nice catch," I said.
"I know. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of that one without getting slapped. Thank god, you have big cheeks."
I'm pretty thankful I have them too. Although, I don't know how Coadster feels about hers...How do all of you feel about the most prominent feature on your face?