Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Joke's on Me
Even as the specter of the Botox needle hangs over the vertical canyon running between my eyebrows and legions of creams and potions appear to have met their Waterloo in the battle against crow's feet, I woke up yesterday with a pimple the size of a volcano on my forehead. I thought the one benefit of aging would be the end of acne, but no. Tell me the Universe doesn't have a sick sense of humor. I dare you.
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Yes! My newest fav: how does one get acne and hot flashes at the same time??? Please tell me. Please.
I want to be one of those fabulous women who say things like, "I love the lines and wrinkles-- I earned them." Except, I always wonder if they just say it for the camera, and then secretly wander off to Switzerland for freshening. Then again, I'd feel fresher after wandering around Switzerland, too. hmmmm time to travel!
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