Those fine lines…

After the cutest little pedicure with red, I mean red polish, I was looking at my toes (smiling) when it hit me…

“Oh my goodness, honey, come here. Do my toes look wrinkly to you?” “Like the skin on my toes, look at them, they’re getting old-looking, all those little fine lines!” At this point, my Big Boy, hurmmmphhedd (how do you like that word) (definition: a vocal sound that comes from the throat meaning, yah whatever honey)

That’s when it hit me… the hands, the neck, the feet…I don’t care how many botox injections, face lifts, or anti-aging products a person uses, there are places on the body that will sooner or later give away the 49andholding age.  It kills me to see older women with the skin on their face pulled as tight as a rubber band and then they have a wrinkly neck.  Sorry ladies, dead give away…you are older than your face looks.  And if that doesn’t give you away, the hands will. 

My brother was a mortician, and I remember him telling me once that he always knew the women who had boob jobs.  Things just aren’t that perky at 80.  Whenever I hit that coffin, they will surely know that everything I have is real. (as they pick them up off of my knees!)  Anyway…

I’m 49andcounting and my toes are wrinkly!  Eeeek!!  Welcome to my world!


About 49andcounting

Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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