My Halloween Scare Came Early

Since I moved, I've not found a comfortable place for putting on my make-up. I have a pedestal sink in the bath and nowhere to spread out. The mirror on my lovely antique dresser needs re-silvering. So I bought myself a magnifying lighted make-up mirror.

YIKES!

I saw some rather frightening things. So I went shopping for a new face care regime. My lovely, dewy, peaches and cream suddenly disappeared and left me with dry patches, age spots, and a chicken neck. And I am not going to talk about the wrinkles.

I picked up some sort of thermal dermal abrasion and couldn't help but laugh as I read the instructions.

"Wet face and neck. Squeeze product the size of a quarter into hand and dab on cheeks and forehead. Spread into skin. Re-wet to increase thermal experience. Rinse. Best done at sink or in shower."

Does anyone else find it odd that a product that suggests wetting your face three times during usage would feel the need to tell you to do this at the sink or in the shower? Just where else might one perform these tasks? Driving down the interstate? In an elevator? At the drive-thru at McDonalds?

I've been frightened twice now...once by the horrendous change that happened to my face overnight and by the dumbing down of America!

Ah, The Ragweed

My eyes are watering, my nose is burning, my throat is itching, it must be ragweed season. Yeah!

Yesterday was my birthday. It's a really sucky day for a birthday. It used to be a great day, and my Mom insists it is still one of the happiest days of her life. Seriously. This from the least sentimental person I know. She sent it to me in a letter a couple of years ago that I saved.

Even more sucky than sharing a birthday with one of the most devastating dates in American history, I was sick yesterday. I left work by 11:30 and spent the day holding down my sofa. Daytime TV is the pits, even with almost 200 channels.

Oh, well, at least it's not Monday!