Haven’t you seen people who seem to have a perpetual “bitch face” – scowl lines around the mouth and the number 11 embedded between their eyebrow?  I just discovered when I’m not smiling – I have both. 

The make-up mega-monster, Lancôme, claims that society is becoming less youth obsessed. But from my vantage point (at  the top of a twisted old tree), I don’t see it. I’m still avoiding aging at any cost, and I’ve tried practically every new product rolled out by Lancôme to no avail.

A cheaper and more effective system for avoiding the dreaded RBF syndrome can be the result of the most simple activity – daydreaming.  I spend several hours each day daydreaming – like when I’m in the check out line at a understaffed Walmart and the guy in front of me has four months worth of groceries.  I know full well the clerk will have to change the adding machine tape when  my turn coms, so I can so I can safely begin a juicy daydream involving Dermot Mulroney.

You’ve probably never heard of Mulroney but he is the hunky guy who played in “The Wedding Date” which I watch about once a month. The things we do together in my mind not only battles the RBF syndrome but  totally makes up for my deficient love life.  Give it a try – just don’t use Dermot, he’s mine!