An Anti-Wrinkle Cream in Time
By Anne ChudobiakThis has been the kind of week, where I’ve been filled with a sudden desperate need for anti-wrinkle cream, but haven’t had the time to make it to a cosmetics counter. There is probably a correlation here. Anyway, this morning, to curb the negative effects of aging and to encourage the good, I skived off to do what I said I wasn’t going to do anymore: drink coffee with writer friends. This had an unexpectedly uplifting effect, in part because the novelist was looking to get his passport application signed. “We can’t do that,” the poet and I told him. “We aren’t considered professionals!” But it would seem that the rules have changed. Writers and waitresses, dentists and doctors: everyone can now serve as a guarantor. This news should minimize even the most pernicious of Canadian frown lines.
p.s. Please excuse the picture. I tried to include a better shot of another cup of coffee, but Blogger wasn't biting. I don't know why not.
posted by Anne C. | 11:01 am
5 Comments:
Coffee with friends is always a face lifter. You're too young and beautiful for wrinkle cream.
Oh, that's such a French thing! Ha. Indeed, you are hardly in need of wrinkle cream. But this is a timely reminder, as I was just talking about this last night with someone. To think, practically anyone can vouch for anyone now. Writers, even? Do we have to 'qualify' as writers first, I wonder?
There's such a thing as wrinkle cream?
Looks like too much cream in that coffee!
Oh, that's such a French thing! Ha. Indeed, you are hardly in need of wrinkle cream. But this is a timely reminder,as I was just talking about this last night with someone.
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