Not as scary as the woman on the left, but she'd had a lot of work done on her, and was heading in the same direction.
IN OTHER NEWS, a couple nights ago I'm laying in bed, reading a book, with reading glasses on, minding my own damn business, when Mrs Elliott, head on pillow next to me, starts giggling.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You," she said. "Blondes laugh at nerds."