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 "