Looking at old stuff in the archives -- my hand
So, we're all getting older. I've long since come to terms with the fact that I've had some silver in my hair. I've even got one, maybe two, white chest hairs. Discovering that first white pubic hair a year or so was quite a blow to my self esteem, I'm not going to lie. But today I realized that I think I have a smal liver spot on my right hand. I've been looking at this sucker all day, so after dinner, I purchased my first anti-aging product: some kind of cream to get rid of age spots. We'll see if that has any effect. Vain? Maybe. I don't care. But no way in hell am I going to have a liver spot on my hand if I can help it.
Ah yes. And this tops it: there was a Wal-Mart next to the restaurant where we ate dinner, so I bought my cream there. And, since I keep track of these things, I was curious to see if I would be greeted by one or both of the Wal-Mart greeters on duty. Nope. Both found much better things to do than greet me this evening. I have now been dissed by Wal-Mart greeters in three states.
Ah yes. And this tops it: there was a Wal-Mart next to the restaurant where we ate dinner, so I bought my cream there. And, since I keep track of these things, I was curious to see if I would be greeted by one or both of the Wal-Mart greeters on duty. Nope. Both found much better things to do than greet me this evening. I have now been dissed by Wal-Mart greeters in three states.