Something Sort of Stinks in My Kitchen

There is an aging Trophy Wife sitting in my kitchen.

No, not me, smarty pants.

Her.

For the past four weeks I have witnessed the accelerated aging process of a lovely Trophy Wife. And I have learned lessons from her, which of course, I will share with you, my dedicated reader.

Lesson One: Snazzy shoes really elongate the leg (well, if one has legs), and therefore provide a slimming effect for say, a roundish figure.

Note: I do not imply that every life lesson garnered from the aging Trophy Wife is deep and meaningful. Just a lesson.

Lesson Two: Accessories really make the outfit. Or in her case, accessories are the outfit.

Note: I repeat. I do not imply that every life lesson garnered from the aging Trophy Wife is deep and meaningful. Just a lesson.

Lesson Three: A smile makes any face beautiful. (Ah, meaningful at last.)

Note: Even faces with saggy skin and deep wrinkles and nasty fuzzy moles.

Aging is not for the faint of heart.

But I have a big smile on my face. So BRING IT!