The post I planned to write Thursday morning was full of woe. As in, “woe is me” because:
* my toe, the one I kicked almost a month ago and (think I) broke, still hurts enough for me to think “TOE!” far too often;
* because of said toe, my planned re-entry into the world of Those Who Exercise has been sidelined, making me feel squishy where I do not want to feel squishy;
* my hair, oh my hair, is looking a bit too “mommish” right now…
You get the picture.
And, then, later in the afternoon, the heavens decided to throw me a bone.
I was in, of all places, a Dermatologist’s office getting the once-over by the kind doctor with a thick accent. My bored children rolled around on the floor willing this exam to end.
“OK, now I look at your face”, the Doctor said as she peered at my skin. “And you are. . .how old?”
“41”, I said and, unexpectedly, I saw her step back with a look of surprise on her face.
“OH! I thought you were, maybe, 29!”
Now, this may be a standard Dermatologist line, one that they use on their 90-year-old clients, as well as the tired-and-rumpled moms who walk through their doors.
But, I’ll take it. Yes, I will. She made my day.
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I’ve recently discovered that the brand new freckle on my nose is NOT in fact a freckle, but an age spot. AN AGE SPOT? WTF? Cause all of a sudden I’m Estelle Getty now?
But I’m happy for you. You and your dewy wrinkle free skin. Bitch.
SB, if it makes you feel any better, I also have those awful flat brown freckles on my cheeks. It’s like a connect-the-dots of my life.
After a colonoscopy, two mammograms, all my breathing issues, the removal of two freckles, liquid nitrogen on my nose, and some other horrid procedure involving my uterus (all since I turned 40!), I think it is a mixed blessing that the only thing not aging as fast as the rest of me is the skin on my face. 😉
Hurting toes take a long time to heal.
And, me too, to your other two. SIGH.
Can you send her number to me? I think I need an appointment just for that pick-me-up, not for my freckles!
Nice!
I also have those age spots. Yuck!
I would have kissed her full on the mouth.
DITTO what Mrs. Q said. And I ain’t even bendin’ that way…