Do you know who I want to be when I grow up? (No, I'm not at all grown up. I'm as childish now as I was 50 something years ago.) I want to be Maxine.
Perhaps if I give you some Maxineisms, you'll understand my delight in this indomitable lady:
Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
They're not age spots. They're very mature freckles.
I've still got it, but nobody wants to see it.
At my age, checks are the only things I've got that bounce.
I'm getting into swing dancing. Not on purpose ... some parts of my body are just prone to swinging.
Let's party till the early evening.
I cleverly disguise the tiny lines around my eyes with huge wrinkles.
I'd get a face lift--but then it wouldn't match my body.
Maxine has it all figured out. Now, if only I could find a pair of glasses like hers ...