I'm 49 and, lately, I've noticed that my mouth seems to be disappearing. It's the oddest thing. For example, in the morning, when I am reading the paper in bed or if I am engrossed in a book that has me rapt, if I happen to glance up and look at myself in the mirror it is as if I have no lips and in place of my lips and mouth there is just a kind of strange line. "Have you seen my lips?" I inquire to no one in particular. Or if I am concentrating and my head is down and my husband makes the VERY UNWISE decision to take a picture of me in my Head Down Concentrating Moment and I look at myself in this photo I find myself asking "Where did my mouth go?" Now, I am not writing you to ask you if you know what has actually happened to the lower half of my face---no---I am writing to ask you if you think I should wear a Bazooka Joe handkerchief to assist me as I ease into Cronehood or if I should embrace my No Mouthness and start using lipstick on my upper lip and chin the way elderly ladies do or if I should just hope they remake the Anthony Hopkins movie Magic and then audition to be the puppet.
---Permanently Puckered In Podunk