My sister wants a facelift
My older sister tells me that she wants a facelift. She’s in her mid-fifties now and she is unhappy with the few wrinkles and crows feet and goodness knows whatever else is on her face. She has always been one to be more than happy to change her body around, she dies her hair, she had breast implants; she wants to look twenty years old forever.
I talked to her on the phone over the weekend (phone calls on my cell phone are free on the weekend, so that’s when I try to call her) and that’s when she told me that she is going to be making an appointment with a Detroit facelift clinic called Accents to have her face stripped, waxed, buffed and polished. Okay, that’s not what she REALLY said, but as a car enthusiast, that’s what I interpreted it to mean! All I know is that she plans to do whatever it takes to look as young as humanly possible as long as she has the money to pay for it!
I’ve told her that it’s her life, and her body, and her money, and if that’s what she wants to do with it to make her happy, then I’m all for it.
