Ten Q's on, How's Your Face?

Someone I used to know a long time ago used to say that in his best "radio guy" voice. I always giggle.

Today, I'm home sick. Siiiiick. A commercial just came on for Q10 Face Cream. The irony of that so overtook me that I called my mom to tell her.

I'm going to buy some of that. Because I'm going to be twenty-nine, and yes, I feel the number merits my typing that out: TWENTY-NIIIINE. And because Erik refers to my other face moisturizer as Oil of Old Lady, and that's just not very doggone funny to someone who's about to become the age that people lie about being, and therefore just one year younger than that all-terrifying round number that puts me so far away from college and trophies I've won and cartwheels I've turned.

I was the first girl in my class to have half a facelift, mind you, and I still look good. If he's not careful, he will be subjected to a viewing of Waiting to Exhale this Friday night. Muahahahahaha....