Julia stared at the attic discovery: a portrait that reminded her of herself, but...
“OMG,” she yelled. “It’s the real me! I sag, I’ve got enormous thighs, and the painting clearly shows my enormous rear. I look about eighty!”
Hearing Julia wailing in the loft, her sister climbed the ladder to see what the fuss was about. “I’m such a dreadfully vain, self-deceitful cow,” Julia whimpered. "I spend all that money on cosmetics but the real me is here for all to see. I’m like Dorian Gray.”
“Don’t be silly, Julia,” her sister said. “That’s a picture of our grandma.”
“OMG,” she yelled. “It’s the real me! I sag, I’ve got enormous thighs, and the painting clearly shows my enormous rear. I look about eighty!”
Hearing Julia wailing in the loft, her sister climbed the ladder to see what the fuss was about. “I’m such a dreadfully vain, self-deceitful cow,” Julia whimpered. "I spend all that money on cosmetics but the real me is here for all to see. I’m like Dorian Gray.”
“Don’t be silly, Julia,” her sister said. “That’s a picture of our grandma.”
