As I sat at the traffic light doing my facial exercises and looking in the mirror a thought flashed across my mind. Now, to be honest with you, I think it was that impish Life whispering in my ear but I don't want to accuse her unfairly and she has vehemently denied doing it, so...., we'll just say that I don't know where it came from. (Whatever! You know how she can be!)
Anyway, there it was, "I'll swear, I'd sell my soul to the devil for a facelift."
I was rather stunned and sat there thinking and wondering where that came from and then I realized that, "Yes, yes I would!"
I looked around and there were no cars nearby. There was no smiling, handsome man in black walking toward me reaching into his inside pocket to pull out a contract. I shook off the thought and tried to concentrate on the traffic light which was still red.
But the thought was still there and it wouldn't go away and I thought,
"Hummmm, I don't really believe in the Devil but what if I'm wrong...."
Peak into the rearview.
Glance to the right.
Steal a look to the left.
The light was going to change and there I sat with my soul in my hands just waiting and I couldn't resist the temptation to do that thing that women do when they gently push back the skin just below their ears and under the chin tightens up and that little droop goes away and, suddenly like magic, we look ten years younger. It's just not fair and I sighed and laughed at myself and I turned to Life and she shrugs her shoulders in that shrug that means, "Yeah, girl, I feel your pain but what the hell are we supposed to do. We got no extra money and no rich uncle on death's door and if we did have a rich uncle on death's door we wouldn't be wishing for him to hurry up just so we could get a facelift. Would we?"
Now, if you listen to the preacher on Sunday or one of those women who walks around work saying "praise the Lord" everytime something doesn't go her way you'd think the Devil would be lurking on every corner just waiting to pounce but there I sat, ready, willing and able to gladly give over a perfectly good soul for a facelift and do you think there was a Devil in sight? Well, hell no!
And Life, she was just sitting there laughing at me and how I never seem to be satisfied with my looks and I just wanted to give her a smack up side o' the head and say, "Ain't funny, Life! Ain't nothin' funny about it at all!" But I can see her point and she's not so bad to have around and, actually, I'm kind of starting to like her.
Maybe I should put it on Craigslist!
Have fun, ya'll!