Anyway, in my nearly four weeks of being twenty-eight I have made a new discovery - wrinkles! I have them. They're on my face. They're around my eyes, around my mouth, up my cheeks and on my forehead. I don't like it. If I have this many wrinkles at twenty-eight what will I look like when I'm fifty-eight?! I'm kind of nervous. I'm prepared to run frantically into the most expensive cosmetic boutique and buy every anti-aging product on their shelves.
I have been told, on many occasions, that if I'm consistent in moisturizing my face, it will slow down the aging process dramatically. I have been moisturizing for years. I can only imagine that if it weren't for my dedicated moisturizing, I could use the bags under my eyes to pack for vacation! I wouldn't need a diaper bag. I could keep an extra snack for Toby in the deep crevices around my mouth. But, fortunately, I have moisturized and I have the luxury of carrying my beloved Tommy Hilfiger bag with me wherever I go.
You know, I remember being little and seeing my grandpa's numerous forehead wrinkles when he raised his eyebrows. I LOVED them! I remember sitting in front of the bathroom mirror raising my eyebrows hoping for just one wrinkle! Once, I saw him do it and I asked him to help me. But to no avail, even a professional forehead wrinkler, like Grandpa, was unable to solve my problem.
Now, I have an entirely new problem. All that wishing for forehead wrinkles, as a little girl, has paid off. Little did I know that someday I would be twenty-eight wishing those very wrinkles away. See you at Estee Lauder!!