I need to go to the grocery store. I got an email today and they have a great deal on party trays. Sure sounds like a good idea for New Year's Eve, but I'm just not ready to return to the scene of the crime. Guess I'll cut up some leftover ham and turkey, throw it on a plate and call it a year.
Which brings me to mention a commercial I saw today for a new age-defying skin cream. This one promises to take off not the standard ten, but fifteen years. Assuming it worked and the fifteen years came off my chronological age (making me look 37), I might buy it. But I'm sure the promise is to take fifteen years off the age I look (which, as we learned yesterday, is over 60). Yes, for $99 a bottle, this 52-year-old woman could like like a woman in her late 40s. Woo hoo.