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Created on: June 03, 2008 Last Updated: June 09, 2008
Gardening requires a temporary suspension of one's vanity. Besides the dirt element, there's the broken finger nails, the scratches from thorns or briars, and the well-earned sweat we experience after a few good hours of weeding. I found a way, however, to actually improve my looks while I labor in my beautiful garden. One day while working at some particularly stubborn roots that were threatening my day lilies, I fell backwards when I pulled on the roots by wedging my trowel underneath them. The trowel popped up and slightly bruised my lips, but my lip gloss covered the bruises with no problem as I attended a meeting later that day. A good friend greeted me with, "Hi, Pamela Anderson," and asked if I had gotten collagen fillers in my lips. I went to the mirror and saw a set of sensuous, pouting lips staring back at me. As much as I liked the new, sexy me, I don't think my future beauty routine will include the backside of a trowel.
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