When I was home for Easter my (older) sister and I were comparing wrinkles. Having grown up at the beach we both suffer from the skin damage of a life time of sun worshiping. Personally I don’t mind the crinkly smile lines around my eyes but lately it seems that my cheeks are succumbing to gravity and I am starting to get jowls. Oh good god.
Yesterday my sister sent me an article about wrinkle creams and plastic surgery. (So great to have a sister : ) First it said place a mirror on the floor and look down at yourself. This is what you’ll look like in a few years. Yikes! Then it said to look at your face while laying on your back. This is how you could expect to look after a face lift. Hmmm
But then I realized how I must look when I am on top rather than on the bottom, if you get my drift. So I said to Martha that I am never taking the top again unless the lights are out.
And she said, “what difference does it make? I can’t see you without my glasses on anyway”
We have a sampler in our bedroom that says "Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be"
Maybe. But sometimes I do miss my 20 year old body.