Through the years the
gene-pool has been more than generous to me. Thankfully I can hold a strong
candle to slightly above average beauty, and I still managed to turn a few
heads, even at my age.
However, I do fear, it’s just a matter of time until all
hell is going to break loose and down I go; my chin hanging to my boobs, my
silicone torpedoes hanging to an old gunnysack of cellulite, my knees hanging
to my swollen ankles, and I’m afraid I will eventually have to tuck my ass into
the back of my knee-high support hose to keep from tripping on it.”
My biggest
concern is that one day I may wake up and realized—“WOW-- I’m old.”
But until then I say,
“Ladies, walk with your chin held high. That way when your turkey neck sways, at
least it sways with confidence!”
I don’t have an Ivy
League education but I’m no dumbed-down, touched-up blonde
I believe there is a
lot to be said for us Street Sauvé business women and if you were stranded on a
desert island you would definitely want me with you.
I can guarantee you; I
would find a way off that island before either of us lost a complete dress
size. For one thing, I’d never eat a
crawling little anything to keep from starving and even more so, I’d never let
my obituary read, “Kristina Truly, found starved to death on a deserted
island with chipped toenail polish and in need of a good hair- stylist.” I
haven’t missed a hair appointment in the past twenty-five years. Not for the
birth of my only niece, not for my 90 year old neighbor’s funeral, and
certainly not because I was stupid enough to get stranded on island without
hair salon within swimming distance.
So Remember Ladies...Chin-up and March On!!!
