Well...now hubby is gonna kill me because I went ahead and scheduled a skin treatment I want even though he doesn't think I need it. It's a mini-chemical peel for my face. I am sick to death of all my "age" spots. I mean...if I'm gonna try to make 42 look like 24, all these spots have got to go.
Living 5000 feet closer to the sun has given me more sun damage than I care for. Go figure.
ETA: There goes my clothing/waxing budget for the next couple months, but what the heck. It's gonna be winter. I'll be wearing sweaters and jeans anyway. All the more reason to have a nicer complexion since my face it all anyone will be seeing anyway.