Age spots--or, as Maxine terms them "mature freckles"--have crept on to my body like a plague of locusts. Rather than devouring crops as the locusts did with the Mormon pionners, my age spots are devouring my skin. I have a theory that if theyare proliferate enough, they will all grow together and I'll look like I have a tan.
For someone who has been cursed with pasty white skin, the idea of having a tan is an appealing one. But, still ... Do I want to get that tan by having my age spots "multiply and replenish the earth?"
Sometimes, when I'm bored silly, I try connecting the dots on those parts of my body that I can reach. I challenge myself to find a star, a square, a circle, a buffalo, whatever comes to mind. There's only one problem with this: it's hard to write on wrinkled skin with a pen. So I switched to a magic marker.
Note to self: do not, I repeat, NOT, use an indelible marker!