Subtitled: Georgia on my Mind
As I gently smoothed some hyper-pricey lotion over my face this morning, I thought, “You know, my skin doesn’t look that bad for a 41-year-old. I’m not nearly as wrinkly as I could be.” I peered at myself seriously in the mirror, turning my face from side to side.
And then I smiled at myself, really big…
…and all those wrinkles woke up and smiled right back.
Seriously. I went from this to this in like, an instant.
Ah. So that’s why they’re called laugh lines.
And with the thought that the cost of that moisturizer was totally justified, I got on with the rest of my day.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
Yeh, yeh. I don’t believe a word of it. Call me when you look like a silverback gorilla.
I’m not that brave, Barbara. I buy my Loreal “Feria” in bulk. 😉
Oh, well you haven’t heard my skincare speech yet have you 🙂 Email me! And I agree with Barbara!
Oh, great, Margaret. This post just added a thousand more laugh-wrinkles to *my* face. Thanks a lot!
Yes but Georgia was so much wiser than the young actress. Very funny!
Laugh lines and gray hairs…the marks of a well-lived, well-loved life, if you ask me, which you didn’t. 🙂
Clinique. 🙂 I love bonus days.
I got more wrinkles on my face too after reading this.
I gotta say, I love that sweet face better when it’s smiling, wrinkles and all.
And yes, this blog has added plenty of laugh lines to my face ever since I started being a groupie. I’m grateful for every one!
In the second this, do you magically also learn to throw pottery? Now THAT would be cool.