As another Monday winds down I look back at how this little day went. I have been sleepy all day long. I think getting up to go to the restroom about 42 times in one night does something to one's sleep patterns. I think this Prednisone does a number on my kidneys and I just want to go go go. So, needless to say, I have been trying to keep my eyes open all day long. At least the poison ivy/crud is much better. What an ordeal! It's been a month of fun with this junk.
Not to change the subject, but....why am I getting these lines on the sides of my mouth? It looks like a puppet of some sort. Not attractive. I guess I need to keep smiling all the time to take the lines away. Then everyone will think I have truly flipped out if I'm smiling constantly. Getting old is a challenge. I like it much better than the alternative, but it just has so many surprises. It's as if my whole body has just shifted. I'm not saying I ever looked like Cindy Crawford or anything, but my goodness, what happened?
I used to throw on a little makeup and away we go. Well, now it takes creativity. I don't want to look like a rodeo clown. I worry that my blush will look like I put it on in the dark. My lips are shrinking and I don't have a clue what that's about either. When did all this happen? I just have to keep reminding myself. Trish, we all get our turn. I suppose as long as my husband loves me and my granddaughter can stand to be in public with me....then I'm okay. I guess I really didn't have any photo shoots this week anyway.