I have been cursed with short, straight eyelashes. Please, don't pretend you haven't noticed - that's beneath you. Oh how it has plagued me! Well, okay, not as much as my thick ankles, but since there is no solution for thick ankles I am going to focus on the eyelashes.
Of course, I wondered if Latisse would really work. Is it possible that the wish I made on the first star every night of my life has finally been granted? For a mere $50 a month can I have the eyelashes of my childhood best friend? Oh, how I coveted those lashes.
It works.
My eyelashes are now long and thick, beautiful to behold. It is as if a piece that has long been missing is returned. I am quite certain I hear whispers when I walk into a room of, "Look at those lashes. She must be so happy." I like to sit in the near dark next to the lamp so I can see the shadows my eyelashes make on the wall. Seriously, I do that.
I love my new lashes. But I am surprised to find I am the same person, just with longer lashes. I don't wake up singing anymore than I used to, the sun shines no more than before and my kids still drive me crazy. How many times must I learn this lesson? Happiness cannot be bought with $50 a month. Lashes are not the key to unlock all of life's joy. For that I need thin ankles.
Ha and all so true.
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