I am working right now. No, really. Working. However I so miss blogging and my blog friends I cracked and caved and am taking a break.
So I took a picture of myself on my phone and discovered I am old and wrinkly (or crinkly - ah tomato tahmato.) It's not pretty this aging business. I realize now as I went screaming from the photo why women spend so much money on trying to stop and reverse this aging thing. Oddly I have never been too concerned. My mother said she didn't worry until one day she looked down and saw her mother's hands. It set the tone for my attitude. And I love birthdays. Hello! A cake in honor of YOU just YOU yourself? What's not to love!??? well I looked down and saw my mother's hands. The youthful glow? gone. Flawless skin? gone. They look like crepe paper.
All day I have slathered and lotioned them. I will go for a parrifin wax this weekend (2nd job money well spent.)
I really thought I had a few more good years left until the collapse of me started.
I am now middle aged.
It sucks.
I, too, have my mother's hands. Sigh.
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