OT: Men mean well sometimes.
So, this morning... my male coworker notices that I have a birthday coming up and guesses my age.
His first guess? 2 years older than what I really am.
I am 33 going on 34... he guessed 36. THEN he tried to guess lower after I was appauled, but the damage was done... so I refused to give my age.
THEN... I bring it up to my boyfriend... and comment how I need to be able to afford botox to fix all the damn wrinkles on my forehead.
What does he say? "Well, you are trying to workout and lose weight, that should help."
I let him know that losing weight will NOT help the wrinkles on my face... in fact... that will make them look WORSE! DUH!
Then he asks what can I do to fix the problem. I stated other than botox or a forhead lift... nothing. Then he finally shuts up.
Men mean well sometimes... but dang... they can be so dense.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"