What on God's Green Earth could that be? Origami for your hoo-hoo? Make it a little crane, perhaps? Something festive to surprise him or her the next time they travel south?

Heck no. But good idea. In fact, now I have something else to do with my hands tonight.

Labial folds, or more accurately, nasal labial folds (also known as Marionette Lines) are those ghastly lines running from your nose to the corners, possibly lower, of your mouth.

If you are under thirty, this may not touch your life. Yet. But if you're on the other side of that equation, you have them. Or not. Perhaps you have rejuvenated somehow. I haven't. I wish I had. But I'm afraid of injecting synthetic collagen, or worse, into my face. Or anywhere else. I eschew sharps.

I mention this only because I had to send my new editor at Evolvedworld.com a head shot. And it wasn't a pretty sight. All I could see were nasal labial folds and a bit of sagging on one side which didn't balance with the other (wisdom teeth extraction gone a bit awry leaving me with some nerve damage).

In short, I am ugly. 

It's too bad, really. Because deep down I am such an uber-babe. I suppose superficially I am one too, because I know that there is something for everyone. Somewhere, in fact, someone is looking for a woman who looks like Jabba the Hutt in PVC. 

I found some photos but decided I had to adjust them. But I don't have a clue what I'm doing so I just let Picasa do it for me. Random buttons later and you can see my "head shot". 

I told Paula at Evolved that I look better in motion (as does she, she says). I observed that in motion my wrinkles could pass for dimples. Deep wide dimples. 

But dimples mean youth right? Right?

Then I must be very very young.