Can Someone Give Me a Hand? Or Two?

After an incredibly horrible day yesterday, I did myself the favor of going to the liquor store. $85 later, I was on my way home with only one bottle of wine and an assortment of goodies. Ty teased that only I could go to the liquor store and come home with more food than beverages. It was a moment of weakness. And as a result of my emotional vulnerability, I came home with two blocks of cheese, prosciutto, a sleeve of crackers, two different appetizers (for a party I'm attending Monday), and some blueberry sweet rolls for breakfast Saturday morning.

Some women shop for clothes when they're feeling down, I shop for cheese. ... and all is right in the world.

I did share some of my cheese board with Ty. Then I ate some Captain Crunch for dinner and went to bed. I'm feeling much better today.

Now, on to the next topic and problem I would like to discuss for today.

Since I turned 30 a little over a month ago, I've started to notice some physical changes. Of course, there's the reality that cantaloupe never affected me the way it does now, but I've started to notice a more severe problem -- the emergence of old lady hands.

I was so disturbed, I had to call my sister-in-law to see if she'd noticed my hands looking particularly old lately. She was thrilled I had called and shared this revelation with her because she too was feeling her hands looked old.

Then we exchanged pictures via text.

{Ashley's hand.}

{Steph's hand.}

I know, you've never seen saggier knuckles on a 30 year old.

That same night, Ashley decided she was going to combat her old lady hands by covering them in Vaseline Petroleum Jelly before going to sleep. 

I couldn't do it because I kept thinking, "The only thing worse than a 30-year-old with paper-thin wrinkly hands is a 30-year-old with paper-thin wrinkly hands and acne."

I just think this would give me acne.

Oh well, I guess I'll follow up this post next week when my liver spots begin to appear.