Today, I got given - as a Secret Santa gift - some Oil of Olay. Man, flashbacks. When we were tiny kiddiewinks, my brother and I used to buy Olay for my mum, every year - with the help of our dad, who actually paid for the stuff. So my reaction to it was... less than grateful (not in front of the giver, of course - it was, I think, well-intentioned). But then I thought about it... When my mum was the same age as I am now, she had a two-year-old and a baby. Maybe it IS time I started with the Olay.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! *shakes fist in vain at the Relentless March of Time*
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Also, staying up until 7am reading makes my shoulders ache all the next day. I... think the immaturity and the agedness cancel each other out, there.
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Happy Hannukkah to those who celebrate it! And happy Winter Solstice for those who celebrated that yesterday!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! *shakes fist in vain at the Relentless March of Time*
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Also, staying up until 7am reading makes my shoulders ache all the next day. I... think the immaturity and the agedness cancel each other out, there.
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Happy Hannukkah to those who celebrate it! And happy Winter Solstice for those who celebrated that yesterday!

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I do use moisturiser, really - I just object to anything that says it "Fights the Seven Signs of Ageing!" *g*
I'm not very good at feigning gratitude, am I? *g*
I never associated it with the relentless march of time...
But that actually makes a huge difference--you don't have a two-year-old and a baby! (Count yourself lucky!)