When In Doubt, Smile!

I don't know what it is about cloudy days, but they tend to kick my butt.  I have only been out of bed since a little after 9:00am.  That's ridiculously late for me.  I blame the clouds.  We have wood blinds in our bedroom to block out the morning sun, since our window faces east.  However, the sunshine manages to sneak in through the smallest gaps.  That little bit of light is usually enough to raise me in the morning.  Sure, I enjoy sleeping in like most people.  It just seems like I never have as good of a day when I stay in bed too long.  So, I'm frustrated with myself this morning for taking advantage of the clouds. 

Most people hate Mondays.  I really don't.  I know I might hate them if I had to go to work.  As it is, I kind of look forward to the restarting of my weekly routine.  The day is filled with housework that went neglected over the weekend.  I could do without that, but if I didn't have it, I wouldn't know what to do with myself all day.  I like having purpose.  I like direction.  So, I will soon start the chore list for this Monday.  

The background distraction for today is an old black and white movie called "Philadelphia Story."  It has three of my absolute favorite actors of all time...Cary Grant, Jimmy Stewart, and Katherine Hepburn.  It's not the greatest movie ever, but I just love the wholesomeness of the old movies.  I have my DVR set to record all Cary Grant movies.  I love him.  I would imagine that he was sort of the George Clooney of his day.  He, too, improved with age, just like Clooney. 

Why is it that men get more attractive and distinguished with age?  Us women just don't seem to enjoy that same fate.  That's not to say that some women don't age beautifully.  It's just that most don't improve with age.  I find this very strange and unfair.  I guess it's this very reason that there's a billion dollar industry devoted to anti-aging products.  I've been dabbling in them for years.  I think it's time to do a little more than dabble, though!  I'm watching like a hawk for the first sign of wrinkles on my face and forehead.  My eyes already show a little age.  Thankfully, my hair decided to gray instead of my forehead giving into wrinkling.  The gray I can fix.  I find myself ever mindful of the need to avoid frowning or squinting too much.  I can't furrow my brow without considering the consequences.  Could I be more vain?  Oh well....that's just part of time marching on.  So smile!  Crows feet are much more attractive than frown lines!