Botox or bust?

Got Botox? I don't. But I'm thinkin' about it. Hey I'm in California, they may be bankrupt in two weeks but all the women have smooth smooth wrinkle free skin. (Oh, and nice plumpy lips). Last time I looked in the mirror I let out a gasp. Nothing too loud, but my unconscious must have been frightened. I spent some quality time staring at my forehead and noticed it furrowed a lot. Isn't facial expression passe'? A syringe full of magic paralytic agents and presto chango no wrinkles, or look of terror on my face. Thank God Hillary Clinton is already hip to this, as her botox injections will come in handy during tricky international negotiations. No reading her face anytime soon. Even my hero, Maureen Dowd, has no visible signs of expression or movement from the neck up. Not one teenie weenie twitch. Creepy and awesome!

Trying to look young sure is hard work. I watched my mom at the front lines of fighting age when I was growing up; it was painstaking and time consuming. A veritable arsenal of creams, lotions, potions, wands, and masks were her weapons to combat wrinkles. "Go mom, go"! At the time I thought she was nuts. I screamed when she came near me with her slimy smelly moisturizers. And even today with no help from paralytic injections, plumper uppers, or surgeon's scalpel, she's still fighting. "Never surrender" must be her battle cry. Personally, I feel defeated and want to burst into tears. I'm exhausted running from mirror to mirror trying to determine which one makes me look younger. I think it's the one in the guest bedroom and decide to live there from now on.

Whose wacked out idea was "growing old gracefully"? I'm growing old and don't know what to do... I'm torn between grace and Botox.