I was looking down at my feet this morning and noticed that the tops of them were dry and in need of lotion. THEN I noticed that being dry really made the wrinkles stand out.
WRINKLES?! On the tops of my FEET?!?
I then rather poutingly complained to Rophone, who was taking the day off, "I have wrinkles on my feet. I'm getting old."
Big, who was sitting near my feet, matter-of-fact-ly responded to my complaint, saying, "Well, I guess it's time to buy a new mommy."
I'd better stop complaining or Big will trade me in for an upgraded model!
4 comments:
LOL (I hear ya about the wrinkles, though. Isn't that supposed to wait until we're 50?!?)
Really?
I will have to check out my feet tonight:).
(If you get traded in, does that mean you get to go live at a spa?)
At least you have nice feet. They could be wrinkly and snaggle-toed. I'm sorry, but there's nothing worse than old lady snaggle-toes... except maybe old man snaggle-toes... because then they're hairy too. Yuck.
jwise-- I think if I would have remained living in the great Pacific NW, then maybe they would have waited until age 50. That and not wearing flip flops all the time-- my feet have been exposed to too much sun.
Sassy-- A spa? I certainly hope so.
e.-- You remember that about my feet, huh? Well, I remember thinking that yours weren't as bad as you thought. And your super cute face makes up for them anyway. ; )
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