Oh yeah...trust me when I tell you this, I have spent more money on the lotions to keep my face from falling onto the floor, than I feel comfortable sharing. I rarely buy a lottery ticket, I am just not that lucky. I don't dream of singing in front of a large, screaming crowd...I am simply not gifted in the vocal department, I do try not to be wasteful but let me be honest here...If anyone fell into my carbon footprint, I am sure that they would never be seen again. So in all reality, I can't afford to be wasteful anymore.
I have learned to live with all of my wrinkles, bags, stretchmarks and sags, At the end of the day, who really cares? There are several things that I hate about growing older. The worst being the fact that my memory sucks, there are days when I could hide my own Easter eggs. Seriously, I spend a lot of time wandering around trying to figure out what in the hell it was that I got up to do. Most the time it's something simple like go to the bathroom. One sneeze and I am jolted back into reality! I have tried all the vitamins and memory boosting herbal remedies. Changing my diet and exercising, I have tried notes and I forget to look at them, that is if I can even find them. Setting my phone timer and inevitably I will forget one step and it never goes off. I have seriously considered tying a string around my finger. I have no idea what makes me think I would know what the damn string is for.
Okay let's see....What was the point of this story? I'm not really sure where I am going with this. Unfortunately, when I started writing I did. Wow! Oh well, I have to laugh at myself otherwise I would be sitting, curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out! Ain't life grand?