Pucker Up!

I have discovered, while once again looking into my rear view mirror, that the lines in my lips are becoming more and more predominant. This disturbs me greatly. Don't get me wrong, I have learned to embrace the fact that I am getting older, I don't have a problem with it. I do, however, have a problem with my mouth starting to look like I've been sucking golf balls for the past thirty years.

Can I congratulate myself for contributing to the lines, by smoking off and on all those years? Or should I condemn myself for knowing better and deciding to care less about it at a time when such things never crossed my mind? Perhaps a little of both. Perhaps I should take up smoking again, just to cement the facial changes that are inevitable. The lip lines. The puckered look that older woman get from smoking for too many years and not drinking enough water for all those years. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I at least drink like a fish. Water. I drink water like a fish. Come to think of it, I could use a drink. Although a shot of Crown would feel and taste much better than the 3 liters of water I've been pounding all day.

So, now the quest begins. The quest to find the pre-surgery product that will morphe my new lip lines into the smooth skin it once was. Who cares if my friends can't see what the hell I am talking about? I can! I was thinking maybe it was just that particular day. That particular day when I was a little parched and slightly dehydrated and apparently a tad delusional. That particular day when I stared for way too long into the mirror. Stared into the mirror for as long as it took for the lines to appear and never leave. I never have claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed.

The other lines on my face are wonderful. I actually love them. They show to the world that I have enjoyed my life, thus far. Those lines tell the story of the times I have grinned, smiled, giggled, laughed and balls out rolled around on the floor until I wet myself. Those lines I admire. I admire them on other people too. It's those lines that make me appreciate getting older. Those lines that have me waiting in anticipation for what is next to come for me in this life.

Come to think of it, I guess the lines that are forming around my lips don't bother me that much after all. Nothing a little Vaseline or heavy duty cream won't help smother for another few years.