How I Earned My Wrinkles: Musings on Marriage, Motherhood and Menopause

How I Earned My Wrinkles: Musings on Marriage, Motherhood and Menopause

by Anne k Bardsley


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You might have earned your wrinkles if:

• You are married to a Wrinkle Maker, like I am.
• Like me, you bought the best bathing suit of your life, then saw a maternity tag on it, and it fit!
• You called your gynecologist by mistake to make a dental appointment, and then told her it was an emergency and you had a large cavity to fill. If so, we must be related.
• Your husband asked the plastic surgeon if he charges per wrinkle. Then he asked for a payment plan.
• You've reached the point where all of your children look alike. You run through the list of kid's names until one finally answers.
• Your brow has furrowed so long and hard while you tried to remember why you came to the store that you gave yourself new wrinkles. (Only to realize that you were there for wrinkle cream!)

Sound familiar? If so, join me and let's celebrate a life filled with laughter, joy, fury, love, memory loss, pure confusion, estrogen, and lack of estrogen, hot flashes, and I forget what else. I hope you enjoy the ride!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780988479203
Publisher: Winston Publishing
Publication date: 04/03/2014
Pages: 170
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.36(d)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Watch out for Wanda, the Wrinkle Fairy who might end up doing the Macarena on YOUR shoulders from laughing so much. Hard. Out Loud. Anne Bardsley's little chapters with slices of (hilarious) life, will have you chuckling, laughing and yes, wiping your eyes from crying from laughter. Everything from road trips with kids to Disney world, where a 12 year old son promptly disappears, to school bus yellow toenails that her husband painted because the polish matched his favorite hockey player's shoelaces, to adorable, dumb, massive, sweet Winston, the family Mastiff... all of these stories strike a chord with most of us. There's something so liberating about laughing out loud. And healing. Now.. about those wrinkles..