Happiness Is...

Happiness is being 36 and still getting carded!

That's right... Saturday night we went out to dinner and I ordered a Blue Moon on tap. Our waitress asked me if she could see some i.d. I don't know if I overdid it when I jumped up and started humping the air, but I don't give a crap. Do you know what this mean? It means that all of those homemade Botox shots I have been giving myself are working! Who ever said that injecting Anbesol in your wrinkles would never work is crazy. That's right... who is laughing now?

No... I do not inject Anbesol into my face.

I do exfoliate though. I exfoliate like a crazy woman. I have told you about my OCD tendencies before with mascara, deodorant and weighing myself, but I also suffer from exfoliation OCD. Some days I come close to exfoliating my skin right off of my body in my attempts to be equally exfoliated.

Anyway, I used to shrug off exfoliating, but after Saturday night I am devoted to it like never before. I started fully exfoliating just a few days before my 36th birthday. I went out and bought those sandpaper-like bath gloves that cost a whopping $4.50, and my whole world opened up.

I highly recommend exfoliation to everyone. Just imagine the pure joy I felt when I realized that I am finally getting rid of 36 years of dead skin cells that have accumulated on my body. Gross. Now I am smooth and shiny... and feel at least three days younger than what I am.

So if you want to pass for an underage drinker... just wear a miracle bra and exfoliate. You'll be one happy old person!