All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a new wrinkle-free face without the turkey neck. I'm not really all that concerned with it. It comes with the territory, if you live this long you're going to have some proof and wrinkles are the proof. 
When you get old you discover all the things they make that are child-proof are also Senior proof. I hate opening new boxes of cereal or anything. They have them sealed up so tight it takes a jack-hammer to get the top off, and a bottle cap is next to impossible. If it isn't too large I can open it with the pliers. Boxes take the whole toolbox and a stick of dynamite. I guess they got tired of things getting opened in the store. Well, they succeeded that sure isn't going to happen anymore. 

Ta Ta and Merry Christmas

My hair needs a new do.

I just love these old pictures. My sister-in-law  Florence and Alice Marie is the leg hugger. Me and my firstborn, Kenny.

The year was 1950. I had some saddles too.(Shoes)

Wrinkles are a NO-NO

We are born wrinkle free and smooth as a baby's butt. But it begins to change as time moves along. 
They sneak upon us with each little event. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, but the wrinkles seem to hang around. I think we get one for each little mistake we make or are they rewards for doing well? I seem to have a fine sprinkling of them or I should say it's more like a down pour. 
The more you get the more you fret and they won't go away so just relax and forget it.

Wrinkles

When I was young wrinkles was the enemy. We lived in an old farm house without electricity, but those wrinkles had to go. Wash day was a living nightmare, but I won't get into that now. The next day was Ironing day. It was wrinkle removable day and it was an all day affair. What would people think if you showed up at church or anywhere with a wrinkle in your garment. The good people in China started this obsession. Without electricity you had to heat the iron on your cooking range. There would be four or five irons heating on the stove top. One detachable handle would be attached to an iron and the garment would have the creases pressed out and when the iron cooled it would be returned to the stove and another iron would be attached to the handle and the beat goes on. Don't forget to add a little more wood to the fire. It doesn't matter if it's a 100 degrees already because those wrinkles have to go.
When Sunday came you could put on your wrinkle free garment and strut off to church. Your soul may have had a wrinkle or two, but not your garment.

I wish I could iron my face.