I figure what I do to my own face is pretty much my own call. After all I am the one who wakes up to it every day. And if a look in the mirror makes it hard to keep my winning edge, I look for some kind of relief.
The giant cosmetic industry is more than eager to supply any matter of fixes. The constant flood of new products has on more than one occasion exiled my Pond’s Cold Cream to the back of the medicine cabinet. But generally speaking, the claims have far outpaced the products. Until now.
You see, I just don’t think I can resist an anti-aging wrinkle cream company that has a sense of humor. God knows that’s what we all need when girding up for a battle against the ravages of time.
Whattttt??? who are those pictures of??..not what I remember on your piano last time I was @ your house!!
And..it was just photo shop to the rescue!!..or black and white photos!!!
What were you doing up at 2:13 a.m.??????
Believe me, I was fast asleep at 2:13 am after posting this around 8:00 last night. I had to hurry to watch Pam Am at 9:00. I don’t know why these late night hours get attached to my posts — cause I can see them posted right after I do them, but later the times are much, much later. Computers can do a lot of things but tell time!
Too funny! This is why reunions are great — the women look fabulous, and the men, well, they look . . . old.
Truly.