Laugh lines or Wrinkles?

For years I’ve looked in the mirror and called them laugh lines. But, alas…with 50 creeping oh so close, and noticing that the lines have made it to my neck–well, darn it, I believe they’re wrinkles!!!
This week, I did what I never imagined myself doing. This from the woman who hasn’t paid one hoot of attention to her skin in 49+ years. I’m the girl that uses whatever’s handy for moisturizer…baby lotion? It’s cheap and smells good! And every morning when I wake up with mascara rings under my eyes, I do feel the guilt and remember my Gaga who faithfully washed and rinsed with her Este Lauder products each night. Ok, I’m not a total loser…I do wash my face, but in the mornings. Ya know, great way to start the day!
So, what did I do that was ‘out of my range of thinking’? I bought ‘anti-wrinkle cream’!!!
Did you know there’s a complete aisle at the pharmacy with ‘old age’ stuff? I’m not talking walkers and bathtub chairs…i’m talking ‘anti wrinkle, face-firming, spot-vanishing’ stuff!! They call it serum, I call it stuff! Guess at 49andcounting, it was time to give up the twenty dollar bill and take a plunge into skin revitalizer. I’ll get back with you on just how long it takes for these babies to vanish!  One thing for sure, one jar of Noxema a month for all those years would have been a lot cheaper than what this ‘revitalizing’ thing is gonna cost!

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