Mother Nature, did you think it cute to give me those little blond hairs on my elbows? Oh ya, I spotted them in the mirror the other day when I was brushing my teeth. I also noticed the peach fuzz on my cheeks and chin...not glamorous at all. And I always wanted big boobs, but at my age? Where were those girls when I could have used them at twenty? You were so kind to my face in my youth. Never did you let a pimple near my lovely complexion. But now...did you think they would distract from those wrinkles which you so deftly left with me when I wasn't paying attention? I have noticed more and could go on, but I think you sense my displeasure with your handiwork. When I asked that I always look like a Georgia Peach, I think you did not understand...or perhaps you have a wicked sense of humor. Well, I am not laughing, Big Mama.
