I had a birthday last week. In one year I’ll be 40. I don’t really care about the number as much as I care that my skin looks old. Have you seen Lenny Kravitz lately? That guy hasn’t aged a day in the last 20 years. Totally jealous.
So after checking out my frown lines, smile lines, gravity lines, genetically programmed lines, and permanent sleep creases (darn stomach sleeping) and lamented the fact that I didn’t wear sunscreen and a hat, carry a parasol, and stay indoors during daylight hours between the ages of 13 and 25, I ordered some “intensive wrinkle repairing” voodoo serum along with some other lotions, liquids, gels, and creams to hopefully get rid of the face I have and replace it with something closer to Camille’s butt.
I’m thinking it will be like Nicolas Cage in that movie Face Off and I wake up with John Travolta’s face. (Not that I actually want *his* face, but you get the idea.) I’ve heard that these AHAs, BHAs, retinols, and ground up unicorn horns can totally do that.
So be on the lookout for my new and improved face — as long as I don’t end up looking like Nicolas Cage I’ll consider it a success.