Lines, Lines, Lines, Those Damn Lines

I was watching "Entertainment Tonight" not because I like that sort of stuff. Well I sort of do, but I don't make it a point to watch it on television--I read it while waiting to pay for groceries at Krogers. Again, I digress--one of the stories was about Tom Selleck. He was described as sexy even at the age of 60 (don't quote me on his age, I was not really listening). When they showed this sunbeaten hairy man, he didn't seem sexy to me. He can never beat the week of the Hoff presented by Mr. Shife. The thing that struck me was all the age lines on this actor's face. They were creased like a sheet of loose leaf made into a paper airplane by a first-grade boy. He had this one gaping line perpedicular to his eyebrows that could mimic the grand canyon. The make-up department from his new movie couldn't even hide the gash. In the clip of his new movie, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I couldn't even tell you who else was in the clip (I know he was asking out a blonde chick because they first focused on her) or what the clip was about.

As for me, I don't ever want to have creases in my face. I will inject botox into it before I have that weather worn, ,beef jerky look that horrified me into looking up from the Harry Potter novel I was reading during the E.T. interview with the former Magnum P.I. celebrity/dried cow hide/dog chew toy.

This was suppose to be posted the morning after the great Texas-USC game. But in all the excitement, I couldn't sleep till 4 a.m. I didn't wake up till about noon. AWESOME GAME!