What Do I Look Like?

What do I look like? I am being honest, no seriously I am When I smile my ears go down. I have a sparkle in my eyes that proves I don’t wear contacts My dimples each hold perfectly one half of a frozen pea I do not have crow’s feet, although….. A nose by any other name would describe mine I am five foot, 6 no five, wait, no four, no six ( I like to play) I don’t own a set of scales that work properly (no woman does) Barbie’s clothes would not fit me, I think her size is in centimeters. I do not like strong smelling aromas, They cause wrinkles. I have a complexion close to when I was a baby, it was wrinkled then too! The most attractive part of me would be my husband. (Everybody together say..AH!) I am French, Cherokee, and Scotch-Irish. Guess that makes me a Sexy Native American Foreigner with Skills I love to laugh; you can actually see me giggle, (no not like Santa) My hair complements my scalp. My Great Grandfather once told me: If they can’t use your comb: don’t bring them home, I didn’t listen. My husband is bald! I always wanted to be tall, and smart. God smiled and made me witty and itty-bitty. Love to you all!