What a Drag it is Getting Old

I am going to be 41 in a couple months. I don’t think that 41 is old, nor do I feel old. In fact, I feel about the same as I did when I was 25 (except when I say things like “Because I said so!” and “I’ll give you something to cry about!” kids will do that to you).  But suddenly this year I have gotten wrinkles! On my forehead! I had a pretty pristine forehead. I even had a friend tell me he and  his wife thought I must be getting Botox! What a compliment! But now, there are lines! Lines! Ugh. And I grew up in Southern California in the 70′s and 80′s. Before people put sunscreen on their kids and teenagers slathered baby oil on themselves before lying in the sun for 8 hours straight. So while my face looks pretty good to the naked eye, I’m wondering what the hell it would look like with one of those special cameras. You know the ones – sunscreen companies love to use them for commercials. There is Brooke Shields all smooth and flawless. Then she steps into the photo booth and bam! Wrinkles, sun spots galore! What the hell do I have lurking just waiting to show up on my face in the next couple years? Fuck you, sunscreen companies and your marketing strategies!

Now I’m not considering Botox or a brow lift or anything. Why would I? I’m not an actress or a model. I’m just a housewife living on a little island in the Puget Sound.  So I’m going to age gracefully, apply as much sunscreen and anti-aging creams as I can. But I don’t have to like it.