AZ Trip

Yeah, not yet. We're leaving this evening, but I've still got all the stuff to do that I didn't get done in the last couple days to get ready, including some packing, foodstuffs, car swaps (we're taking my parents' [THANK YOU!] van), you name it. And why didn't I get it done? Because TYLER WAS SICK, OF COURSE!

No, I'm NOT kidding. Life is just that cruel. Oh, did I mention BOTH of our DVD players broke within 36 hours of each other and 12 hours of Tyler getting sick? The attached photo is of my sweet son - and Bella and Miss Magoo - enjoying (primarily He-Man, originally dubbed "Ho-Man" by my son, since corrected to "Hey Man"...can't win) shows on Hulu on the tilted computer screen while lying on a bed of stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, and a sleeping bag. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and when your son's fever is 102.5 and he has no DVD player, you start feeling just a little bit desperate.

To add insult to injury, for the first time in my life, my undereye area on my left eye is puffy. Looks like I got punched in the face, actually. I know no one feels any pity, and you've all suffered it before, and BooHoo, Jessica has a puffy undereye, but it's just one more thing where I'm thinking to myself, "Aging sucks." Now where's that cucumber...? (And don't tell me you don't see it in that picture. I see it, and that's what matters.)

Kim explained to me today that I am so expertly managing to incur a massive acne breakout and new crow's feet wrinkles at the same time because I am a) getting old(er), and b) my genetic propensity for oily skin and zits sucks. I thought having oily skin would prevent dried-out wrinkles, but she reminded me that wrinkles don't come from dried-out skin, but from a loss of collagen production.

In other words, I need acne meds AND collagen injections. That, or I could just learn to age gracefully, I suppose...Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

And then there's what I learned from Cory about the easy way to tell a woman's REAL age: just look at her neck and upper chest (decollete). Seriously, try it. No one moisturizes there, and everyone exposes it to the sun, (at least women,) so I'm making a concerted effort to start moisturizing that area...10 years too late. Sigh.

Well, enough of this...time to go get some stuff ready to, well, go. More posts in a couple weeks!