Photo by Lindy

Photo by Lindy

Hubby points at the bathroom counter.
Me: Don’t mess with my bottles.
Hubby: What they hell is all this crap?
Me: This is my new beauty regime.
Hubby: Eyebrow
Me: It works and reduces wrinkles and makes my skin healthier and smoother.
Hubby: This is all crap. Your skin doesn’t absorb things; it is designed to keep things from getting into your body.
Me-: You know what? just hush. I’m going out tonight, and when I get to the club, I’m going to get carded. And not because my friends are holding up a sign saying, “Please Card Her.” And not because the bouncer is nice and likes to make chubby, middle-aged women feel good about themselves. I’m going to get carded because my new diet and exercise routine and my beauty regime has taken twenty years off me.
Hubby: You started putting this crap on your face four days ago, and started working out three weeks ago.
Me: So?
Hubby: You live in a special world.
Me: Reality has no place here.