Am I talking about movies with naked people? Nah. Perhaps television shows in the afternoon that feature cussing and disrespect? Nope. Then maybe I am referring to books that are explicit in their descriptions of intimate moments? No, no, and no.
I am in the prime of my life. You know, those wonderful confident years where you're past trying to figure out who you are. You like yourself. You have crafted your own style. You can hold conversations with ease. You handle your job with aplomb. You face challenges knowing you already know part of the answers.
BUT when I wake up in the morning and see a pimple on my chin that is when I lose it. WHY ME?? I am way past the turbulent years of a teen. Heck I have to use moisturizer now -- twice a day --just to try to keep the lines and dry skin at bay. So where oh where did that little surprise come from?
Not fair. Not fair. Not fair. I keep repeating to myself. Already paid my dues. So what do I do? I use the old trick I discovered for myself. Take a little liquid makeup and dab it on top. Dries it the fastest way possible. Simple. No fancy expensive products. I just have to be three days patient. RATS!! I hate being patient!!! (Oops...stay calm...act your age....)
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