i went wrinkle cream shopping with my ex yesterday. he is obsessed with the (false) notion that he is starting to look old and wrinkly and droopy. when i got home, i carefully examined my face in the mirror, and i am now convinced that i, too, am exhibiting the first signs of age. i have these tiny little lines around my mouth, and if i crinkle up my eyes i can see the beginnings of crow's feet. ugh.