Evening Ablutions

As a woman of a certain age, I am discovering that it now takes an inordinate amount of time to get ready for bed nowadays. I feel the need to squack about it. Let's see: wash face, apply vitamin C serum, essential oil, mosturizer and eye cream. Apply rash ointment on upper arms because I have some sort of old lady winter rash. Do asthma inhalers. Floss and brush. Apply scar ointment on all repaired sun damage areas. Move to the bed. Apply lavender baby lotion to arms and legs to promote restful sleep. Apply foot cream to promote soft feet. Apply lip balm to keep them from drying up and falling off during the night. Good grief, writing all this crap down has made me tired. Love and squacks, MP Mama.

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For God's sake, woman, what's with all that stuff you do?? Does it actually do anything?? Then again, what would I know. Sad to say I just brush my teeth, put on my jammies (a big tee-shirt - soooo sexy, thank you) and get into bed...and my bod loves me for that. You can tell, just by looking at me, how well preserved I am. (sigh)
squacks & kisses, t-stone annie

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Oh for F*#k's sake...brush and floss, squack and snore...I'm just sayin', Jules

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SKWAK•N

What we do here... We squack. We squack a lot because we have opinions we aren't averse to sharing with all we know.

We're just sippin and squackin'.

Sippin' and squackin'.

It's what we do.

And we do it well.

Just ask our families.

Squacks & kisses,

jules, tombstone annie & mental p. mama