Today I was sitting at my desk working on something. However, unbeknownst to me I was making a funny (or maybe I should say ugly) face. You know, the one where I tuck my upper lip under and I look like Buckteeth Bertha! (someone once told me that this is THE ugliest face I make! haha! little do they know!!) 

Well, amidst my unconscious-ugly-face-making-fest good ol' Lester Betz (who is a 80/90ish year old man that lives at the nursing home I work at) CAUGHT ME from across the lobby making this becoming face! Suddenly I snapped out of my concentration when I heard his sweet little voice.....

L:  “Sara. What are you doing?”

Me: “Oh, haha. I like to make funny faces sometimes. I was just tucking my lip under.”  *blush*

L : “Oh. Well......you have beautiful teeth!”  (he shakes his head & chortles to himself as he walks away)

This is the reason folks why I love old men. I need to marry a wonderful guy that has an old fashioned sense of humor. One who won’t point out that I’m making an ugly face and make me stop because I'm embarrassing him. Instead rather he will be kind. Perhaps in place of projecting a degrading comment in my direction he will say something gentle, something kind, something humorous that diffuses my uniquely odd behaviors! And I won't feel silly even though my face might, in fact, be silly. Someone a little like Lester.