You know that nice little mirror on the visor above the passenger’s seat? Comes in pretty handy when you’re late for somewhere and you still have mascara to apply. Or do you ever have those moments that, being the passenger, you’ve become a little bored…so you pull the visor down and open the mirror just for the sake of something to do?
So…my Big Boy and I are on our way to somewhere (that has already slipped my mind, I was so traumatized by the following event)! In mid conversation, I pull down the visor and flip the mirror open…talking and taking a good look at, you know, just what a girls face looks like at 49andcounting.
And then, with just a twist of the head, a tilt of the neck, I see it! I shriek to my Big Boy, “Honey, I’ve got a chicken neck! A saggy chicken neck.” “Oh my gosh, I’m getting old!”
From the driver’s seat came his response, “Yup”.
“Yup?!” “What do you mean, yup?!” “You’ve known it was there? You’ve noticed it before?” “I’ve had this chicken neck for some time and you haven’t told me!”
Slight nod from a now silent Big Boy who is grinning.
I take another quick peak at the mirror. There it is. That saggy neck thing going on…you know with vertical wrinkles. When did this happen?! I’m thinking, overnight! I’ve seen women like this…old women!
And at that moment, I reached another milestone…not one I’d ever looked forward to or one I’m to happy about…but age is beginning to show in ways I’d never imagined. And I am now a somewhat sad member of the “Chicken Neck Club”. (and my Big Boy, he’s still remaining silent on the subject!) Good choice.
Welcome to 49andcounting.