No longer can I look surprised. This facial expression has just become dis-allowed. There is a presence of not one, not two, but three! Wrinkles. On. My. Forehead. ALAS!
Add these to the beginnings of crow-feet on my eyes.... I’m just biding my time before I am a wrinkly saggy woman with a cat on my lap screaming at the neighbourhood kids to stay out of my precious petunias. Oh Lament!
I can see it now... AHK!
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It's a vicious circle.. you get wrinkles.. you get worried because you have wrinkles, which leads to more wrinkles, which leads to more worry, which leads to more wrinkles, which.. well, I think you get the picture.
Ugh, sorry to hear about your wrinkles!
They are one of my biggest fears; I regularly make my husband examine my face to see if I have any. (he already thinks I'm nuts, so why not, right?)
Just think of them as happy lines! The crow's feet are just reminders that you like to laugh and smile. The forehead ones means you equal snarl just as much! lol - or need glasses!!
I was a permasquinter. Since I got glasses, I no longer squint, however I have those beautiful wrinkles in the middle of my forehead.
I just have character now. Yup, that's it, that's what I tell myself. :)
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