taxes & anti-wrinkle cream.

Ok random-est title for sure, but it works in Lou of my random weekend. Not much went on, Paul & I tackled the dreaded duty of getting all our 2012 business info prepped for a Monday meeting with our CPA all while I continued to fight this never ending cold. Aren't they always never ending? Well...somewhere in the mix of that mess I took a trip to TJ-maxx, while browsing I somehow came to the conclusion that I needed anti-wrinkle cream. What? I have no idea. But it happened. Paul thinks it is pretty much the most ridiculous this ever. Which I can see... I mean, here is his 23 year old wife applying wrinkle cream every night before bed. Hey 23 going on 53 I guess? 

So, I don't know why but it doesn't seem that weird to me? We are taught to use sunscreen at a young age to protect or skin, whats the difference here? Friends, feel free to poke fun, call me out or come out of your wrinkle cream closet (it's never too late). Paul promises that he would never let me get any plastic surgery, which I secretly love. Not that I would want any, but there is something about knowing your man doesn't want you altered or formed any other way really gives a girl some confidence.