That’s what they said in their email.
Membership with them opens up “a whole new world,” and they’re not talking about flying carpets and princes, but discounts on prescriptions and early-bird specials at Luby’s.
Why, of why, do these people insist on dragging me to the grave?
Same thing goes for hair loss formulas.
I even get a daily email from one or more of the different male medications we’re so tired of hearing about. Daily. Every. Day.
I am a young, vibrant thirty-something-year-old woman.
Stop it. Just stop.
I’m tired of your emails and information about your products.
But, wait … I bet these companies got a look at this poster.

That mean, old-looking lady is me. But, what they don’t know is that those wrinkles are a product of make-up and some special touches by our graphic artist. Those wrinkles are really not that prominent. Really, they aren’t. I don’t think. Are they?
Our Christmas production this year is a take-off of the classic story “A Christmas Carol.” The twist being that the main character is a woman … an older, powerful, successful woman. The production is our first attempt at a full musical with all original music. Cool, huh?
I wrote the script not knowing or ever thinking that I would be the one to play the main character. But, that’s not what happened. Not sure why I was thought of for this role. I’m nice, kind, compassionate … whatever.
This is quite a stretch for me because I am not an actress. Yes, I can be overly dramatic, but that’s a little different.
I am definitely outside of my comfort zone and, at times, feel sick to my stomach.
You know how hard it is to watch a movie when the actors are bad, right? That’s what gives me the knot in my stomach.
I pray that people are able to look past my acting skills or God turns me into Meryl Streep soon … very soon. And, I pray that the Message will be clear no matter what.