Good for a Giggle

On the way to doing something I came past a mirror. I stopped and looked deep into the face that was my mirror image. I imagined I was looking at my self.

I looked all over my face, taking in the stubby gray beard (two more days’ growth would be perfect) then moving to my eyes lost under the baseball cap and the Andy Worhol eyeglasses yet clearly happy about the view, then on down my uneventful nose to my mouth.

As I looked closely at my mouth I began to discern an almost imperceptible change taking place – the edges of my mouth had moved out and up, ever so slightly, and even as I thought about it it kept happening, growing, and within no time at all I backed away from the mirror helplessly laughing my head off.