How did I get so old?!? Old hag, old crone, dumpy old lady????
I mean, I was never a raving beauty, even in my college years (too much of that Germanic Graf facial structure):
But in my twenties I cleaned up reasonably good, as in my Metro Cite pass photo on a trip to Paris:
Into my thirties and forties, I at least didn’t scare small children:
Nor did I scare the horses (or other four-hooved critters) heading toward the half-century mark:
In my fifties I was still reasonably non-haggish:
But here I am, almost 65, and MY GOD LOOK AT ME!