Sometimes I think to myself that if I were wealthy, like super-wealthy – I mean, otherwise, I’m just spending that cash on travel – I would have plastic surgery to correct a few things that nature, gravity, and age have done to my overall “look.” But then I think, you know what? I worked hard for these wrinkles! Besides, surgery means needles, and who the hell wants that shit? Botox be damned, I am rocking these wrinkles with pride, folks.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
I really love this. Really love it. Those suckers run deep.
Right!? 😀
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Deep like the freakin’ Valles Marineris, I’m telling you! And if I were Über-wealthy, that’s where I would be building a home, without wasting a single thin dime on making myself look prettier. (That ship sailed a long time ago – people can deal with it or take a long hike off a short peer!) (And yes, I mean that the way it’s spelled!)(!!)
Ha! The Valles Marineris, I like that. I was thinking the Challenger Deep, but hey at least we both accept nature at its best (and yes, best!). 😀
lol…you gotta EARN those lines, you are absolutely right!
Exactly! 😀
all that plastic surgery isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. who wants a plastic woman anyway?
Ken? He always had a fondness for plastic… But here in the real world, real is better over plastic — at least it should be. 😀
I’m rocking mine too. Badges of honor.
Exactly! Badges of honor. I like that.
The nice thing about being bald is that I never really worried about my looks. I figure my sarcastic, charming personality is all that matters.
lol, good one! amazing how many you rack up the further into your 40’s you get!