I am going to try not to whine in this post. My blog description of myself says I'm 50-something and that is entirely true. This morning I started to panic and obsess about turning 60-something (and it's close but not THAT close). Why oh why didn't I appreciate my average looks when I was younger?
As you know if you've looked at this blog more than once, I have a habit of taking self portraits.
This latest was taken at Domaine de la Cabasse, Seguret, France, before heading off for a 30-mile bike loop through the Dentelles de Montmirail, a small chain of mountains in Provence. I usually take my portraits from this distance. I am relatively trim and you can't see my face is becoming a rumpled piece of parchment.
I am ashamed of my vanity; I want to crush this sin from my heart. I am trying (in vain) to let my inner beauty shine forth. So, at the end of May, failing to see my light shine, I took the Lifetime Medispa up on a coupon deal for 20 units of Botox for $200. Yes, Botox, a face-paralyzing toxin for $200. With a feeling a deep shame, I marched in and told Amber to inject away. It actually works. Not only did it take away the deepest grooves on my forehead, triumph over even a couple lines, made me feel like a million bucks. It actually improved my self-esteem, people said I looked rested!
Of course the face-paralyzing botulism is gradually wearing off (I'll tell you about the forehead spasms in another blog), the grooves are reappearing, and I want more. Man, that stuff is like crack.
As you know if you've looked at this blog more than once, I have a habit of taking self portraits.
I am ashamed of my vanity; I want to crush this sin from my heart. I am trying (in vain) to let my inner beauty shine forth. So, at the end of May, failing to see my light shine, I took the Lifetime Medispa up on a coupon deal for 20 units of Botox for $200. Yes, Botox, a face-paralyzing toxin for $200. With a feeling a deep shame, I marched in and told Amber to inject away. It actually works. Not only did it take away the deepest grooves on my forehead, triumph over even a couple lines, made me feel like a million bucks. It actually improved my self-esteem, people said I looked rested!
Of course the face-paralyzing botulism is gradually wearing off (I'll tell you about the forehead spasms in another blog), the grooves are reappearing, and I want more. Man, that stuff is like crack.
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