Towards the end of my bike ride yesterday a small group of us were finishing a lap of Mercer Island and we saw a woman walking her dog.
Now say what you will about Mercer Island but it's nothing if not
- white (oops, I already said that...)
- inhabited by lots of badly aging empty nesters
And that is exactly what we saw. I believe "fully botoxed" were Dustin V's exact words as we passed this woman who was walking her dog towards us. Let me set the scene.
Fur lined brown jacket, matching (but not fur lined - I don't think) brown pants, matching brown [insert expensive designer name here] handbag daintily perched on one arm, hair (colored to match the outfit so help me god) perfectly sprayed just so, makeup that would stand up to rock concert spotlights and of course skin that was way too smooth for this at least 50 something woman.
Don't get me wrong, nothing wrong with trying to keep yourself looking good and doing a little maintenance here and there but this was the full on puffy lips, apply the foundation with a trowel, no one EVER sees me as I really am hideous mask that gives me the creeps.
Two words: let go.
Two more: Jacqueline wannabe
Two more: Martin has an attitude problem
Well that's more than two but you get the idea.