March 21, 2011

Spring chicken

I woke up this morning to the sound of sleet hitting my bedroom window. Oh, no. Yesterday was the first official day of spring, and we set the clocks ahead, and Friday's high temp was 77 degrees. All of those things signal that warm weather is a-comin'. I am so over being cold. I have officially turned into the cranky old lady who complains about the constant cold and what it does to her joints, and bemoans the cost of toilet paper.

On Saturday, after I got out of the shower, I caught a sideways glance at my neck and what I saw was alarming. The skin that was once tight and firm is now looking more and more like a plucked chicken. When I tilt my head forward, and touch the skin under my bottom jaw, it is loose and hangy, for lack of a better word. I had to share this oh-so-important information with m husband who responded by staring at me.

Look at it, I said.

To shut me up, and stop the conversation in its tracks, he called me chicken neck, to which I responded, I do not have a chicken neck! After all of these years he has finally learned how to use reverse psychology effectively. Well played, dear.

1 comment:

Toyin O. said...

Awww, that is so cute. I am sure you look great:)