Like the famous Graves' ophthalmopathy sufferer at left, I find that grooming makes up a little bit for the loss in pulchritude. I don't know what Babs uses, but I like Revlon's "cherries in the snow," myself.
I also did something I swore I would never do: got hair highlights. Pregnancy made my hair all one color and I have missed the highlights, but swore I would never hit the dye bottle. Now all that is out the window, and I have all these nice caramel streaks.
What next? I read someplace that Graves' patients do well except for two things: car accidents and divorces. (Note to self: practice having patience with everyone, and do a better job with your son than Babs did with hers.)
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