Squint

It is finally nice in Denver. I was actually able to put my top down on the way to school today. Woo hoo. I told Jackson that if doctors would prescribe convertibles instead of antidepressants, the economy would be healed and so would people. :) It is the best. Jackson is even out playing 9 holes of golf after his work day. (I'm in between classes my two hour classes. Life. is. so. unfair.)

My drive to school made me very aware of something that I do a lot of: squinting. I am convinced that my glasses are aging me by causing me to squint in the sun. I have decided to sell a kidney- I could use the weight loss anyway- to get laser eye surgery. That's it- that's my plan. I will be lighter and on my way to less wrinkles since I'll be able to wear my huge sunglasses whenever I feel the need. Score. I just told Jackson the other day that my mother-in-law sent me an email forward that made me have a panic attack. It was all about aging. I don't want to age. I won't do it. (I don't understand why my friends of similar ages are not freaking out about this. Maybe they are and just aren't as verbal about it as myself. I mean some of them have kids already- eek!) This email said that women get more comfortable with themselves as they age. No they do not. They long to be young again. These people aren't fooling me. I will not go down without a fight.

Anyway, that was an odd tangent, but it took me a little bit to type so I'm not deleting it. Jackson still, thankfully, has a baby face so we can use all of our plastic surgery money on mine! I better start looking for someone who needs a kidney.