Dear Botox,
Apparently you aren’t in my near future. And although I feel you would be much needed between the eyes, my fear of the unknown and putting a foreign substance in my bloodstream has scared me far – far away. You see Botox… I tend to be a hypochondriac so while my results may be just fine, the whole botulism thing has frankly made me retreat to my happy place. Since you are “the friends you keep,” I have decided to ignore not only you, but your friend the sun. Frankly, the sun has been a bit harsh to me lately and it is time I cut him out of my life. So for now, I bid you adieu as I try to push you from my mind once again.
Write more… Type less,
Lauren
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Good call. I’d say that you don’t need any Botox whatsoever. And I’m with you on eschewing the sun. It’s more harm than good. We make enough Vitamin D walking to the mailbox and back–don’t let anyone fool ya!
However, I would suggest faking the desire for Botox and then backing out, only to reassure your husband that the dollars would be better spent on your next Brazilian blowout. Tah dah.