And My Decision is....

First of all, I want to thank everyone for their honest opinions. When I first saw the ads in the newspaper, I thought, "Wow! I'd love to do that!" After some deep thinking, I've finally come to a decision. I don't think I want to waste any of the time I have left on this earth with something as silly as plastic surgery. Why would I even consider this when I have so much to do here in order to get the house ready for putting it on the market? We need to spend our money doing this.... not on making me look better to placate my inner child.

Once I really thought about the money and the downtime, I think I finally realized that I'm not willing to give up any more of the time or money we have left. I want to sell this house and move. If I had either surgery, it would seriously alter my plans for a big move. I mean, how could I possibly get anything done after a surgery? Either surgery would suspend the time it's going to take to get this house ready for getting on the market and I guess I want that more than I want arches in my feet or the sags on my face tightened.

Sometimes I just need a *reality check* and this was certainly a biggie. It has helped me to put my life and thoughts in order. I want out of this house and that is where I should be focusing my energy and intent. Mr. Snoots loves me as I am, so it's not like I'd be doing the face lift for him. I'd be doing it strictly for vanity and I've never really thought of myself as being vain. I like to look good but I'm not looking to upgrade on my man, so why would I waste my time?

Besides, if I had the face lift, Mr. Snoots and I wouldn't look like we *go together* anymore. If I had my feet done and something went wrong, there's a huge possibility that I might never walk again. I'm not willing to take either risk. Life is short and we need to just be happy with the time we have left here on this planet called earth. So, I guess you could say I'm totally over my momentary quandary. I need to keep my eye on the ball and get us out of this ridiculously large house. I need to see my children as often as I possibly can. I need a pool to swim in every day, which will actually make me look much better anyway.

So, I want to say a BIG THANK YOU to everyone that commented. You have no idea how much you helped me in making this decision. I don't think I'll be having those thoughts again... ever. I think it's more important to be healthy and happy, don't you? The stress of not being able to see my kids or take a vacation would take a much larger toll on me than living with my imperfections.

Oh, and then I remembered an adorable older lady that we used to have sit with the kids when we went out of town. She came to stay with them once and asked me what I thought about her face lift. I couldn't even tell she'd had one. She was still old, just like I am now. But, she wasn't healthy looking, which is perhaps why I couldn't tell she looked better. I'm now sure that I'd rather look healthy and happy than take unnecessary risks by going under the knife. Besides, the thought of no vacations is more than I could possibly stand. Snooty needs vacations in order to survive.

End of discussion...