A customer comes in today and asks me, "Have you been on some kind of medication?" I'm thinking crap, what do I look like? Is there a scowl on my face? Have I offended him in some way? So I brace myself and say "Well no. Why?" and he says "Because you just get more and more beautiful lately every time I come in here". Alright, I know he's full of crap, he's a regular customer, and regularly full of crap, but always good for a laugh. But this particular "line" he gave me today couldn't have come at a more perfect time because this week I have reeeeaaally been taking a close look at myself in the mirror. Literally. And let me tell you what I have found, thinning skin, the beginnings of wrinkles around my mouth and eyes, old lady neck and a whisker. A whisker I tell you! A WHISKER! What the crap? When did this happen? I recently tried my hand at face painting. I think I might just quit the real job so I can go around with my face painted and cover up all this crap that mother nature is so unfairly and unjustly throwing at me. I'm not ready!