Remember when you were in junior high school and you had some old aunt who just couldn't understand why you'd wear acid washed jeans? My aunt said, "It looks like you took Roman Cleanser to those jeans."
Well today, I've officially become that old woman. I have heard that newest craze in Hollywood is the "butt facial" - and I don't get it. At this point, I'm just worried about keeping the wrinkles off my face, let alone my rear end.
This may be a frivilous post, but it's relevant. How far will we go to stay young? Is having an old butt really that bad? It goes with my old face.
I wouldn't turn down a good butt rubbing and a scrub from a handsome doctor.
I realized I was old this month when my five year old tried to explain how Pokemon cards worked. He thoroughly understood it, but I still have no clue.
Must be how my parents felt about, um, what were we obsessed about that our parents couldn't get? Old age has erased those memories.
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