This is just one of the many reasons I know I'm getting older. This past weekend three of my friends and I went to my beloved Charleston for a girl's weekend. While getting ready to go out we sipped wine and borrowed make-up and swapped one person's boots for the other's tank top. All of this was familar. And yet there was one signficant difference. Whereas a few years ago we would look in the mirror and loudly complain about an unsightly pimple, this time the refrain most heard was:
"Oh my God, can you believe the size of this WRINKLE!?"