Keeping the Wrinkle Cream Industry In Business
May 12th, 2010 by jenzug
The other morning when Bryan brought me coffee in bed -
(yes, I said when, because that man brings me coffee in bed every morning)
- he handed me the cup then reached out and rubbed my forehead with his thumb.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still waking up.
“I’m wiping away your grouchy lines.”
“My what?”
“You look like you’re mad.”
“It’s 5:30 in the morning and there’s a light on in the room – I would call that squinting.”
“Well, you look mad.”
Now I’m paranoid about this ugly face I keep making and catch myself doing it all the time – driving into the sun, walking against the wind, thinking about what to say next, digging a hole to plant my tomatoes.
Even when I’m not thinking about it, my body expresses anger.
Be warned: what you see here is not my best work. It is what Anne Lamott describes in Bird By Bird as a series of “shitty first drafts.” Blogging dragged me kicking and screaming out of creative constipation by getting me to actually write. So I do that. A lot. Without worrying about every word choice or comma placement.
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I have that wrinkle. Ari always tries to manually erase mine, too.
Saving for botox.
Ditto (on the wrinkle, not the botox. Though I may get there someday.)
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