Just as a woman’s shoes reveal her financial situation, her neck tells her true age. So I was shocked the other day to look in a mirror and see that my neck had aged faster than the rest of my body.
I have more chins than Chinatown. My throat alone could make enough giblet gravy to feed all of Bryan at Thanksgiving. And I could make a medium sized lampshade from the excess skin. I think you get the picture.
My. Neck. Is. Old! How did this happen? When did this happen? More importantly, what can I do about it?
Plastic surgery is out. Too painful as well as too expensive. It costs an arm and a leg, which, by the way, are still lookin’ good! I don’t want to be tradin’ away parts of me that still are fairly attractive.
I could, I guess, wear turtlenecks all year long, but then again it gets pretty hot here in Texas during the summer. Sometimes during the winter too.
I thought about scarves at the neck, but then I remembered how silly Candice Bergman looked doing that. It’s one thing to get old and another to get ridiculous!
The answer to my dilemma came walking into class Thursday.
With a higher neckline and a gender switch, I think Don's T-shirt could be the answer to my neck problem!
In fact, the answer to several problems!
