Yesterday we went up to Fashion Island to walk around, look at al the plastic people and get some lunch. It's a lovely out door mall and it always is decorated nicely. We can bring the goat too.
It was amazing how many women we saw that had bad face lifts, over dose on botox, trout pout and cheek implants. I saw a toddler walking around in a Juicy couture sweat suit. Ack! Steve and I were amazed. All that money and those women looked like shit. I'm not crazy about my fine lines and sagging boobs; but you know what? They are all mine. They are what gives me character. Sure I color my hair, but at least I know I won't look like Frankenstien's Bride or have a perpetual suprised look on my face all the time.
Today we went down to feed the horses. I've got to get back on a horse! I've got to make the time. I miss them so much.
Well dinner is ready. Ya'll have a good evening.
