Does Jimmy Carter have double chins?

Last week, Mom, Grandma, and Elizabeth came to visit. They never comment on the state of my house, but I was cleaning and vacuuming like they would arrive with a magnifying glass and sue me for every speck of dust they found. I assure you I'd have lost the million dollars I don't have if I was fined for every spot left unclean.

The main outing of the trip was a visit to Jimmy Carter's boyhood home. There isn't much to do in our town, or within three hours of our town, so JC's has become The Place to bring visitors. It's JC's, the library or the playground. The paparazzi snapped this photo of me playing secret service and escorting Grandma down the stairs while she asked why Jimmy wasn't going to meet us for lunch. "I come all the way from Massachusetts and he can't meet me for lunch?" 

I'll be honest. I tried to photoshop my double chin out of this photo. I rely on picmonkey to be my poor man's botox but sometimes it doesn't work and I end up looking like a cartoon character. We all have our burdens to bear and multiple chins is one of mine.

I didn't picture my life one in which my little girl would be playing in a southern cotton field on a breezy 78* day in November, but here I am. 

Multiple times a day I tell Sesame she's my best girl. She always responds with "You're my best girl too, Mama." I've always wanted her to be close to her relatives but this trip presented an unexpected issue. "Actually Mama, you're still mostly my best girl but Aunt Squiddzen (Elizabeth's nickname) is my best girl too. It's like, her than Grammy than you. You're still my best girl but more like my third best girl." Well. That backfired. I've promoted them too much. I've raised them too high on a pedestal! 

She's still MY best girl.