Thermal Age

Today I was talking to a friend of mine about this procedure called "Thermage", which is supposed to shrink your skin and get rid of sagging, wrinkles, acne and other unwanted things...  all because I saw a brochure on it at the Dr.'s office.

The funniest thing I heard all day was my friend telling me about these wrinkles she has on her forehead (btw, I know she's reading this) and I suppose because she's had them all her life, she blurted out "they are a birth defect", which sent me on a giggling spiral.  Of course soon after I said, "I have a birth defect: my nose is too big", or "I have a birth defect: I'm ugly" and just went down from there (I have a big ass, I'm stoopid, my eyes are too small, etc.) until we probably wore the darn thing out.

Anyway, I'm glad I don't own a t-shirt company.  Or a sticker company.  Otherwise I'd be having these moments of brilliance all too often and would run to print my ever-so-clever ideas which would end up being given away to my friends as gag gifts and would never sell, and I'd go broke.

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