When you have a rough day filled with disappointments, it's tempting to wallow in self-pity and feel downright sorry for yourself. Some people don't have the temperament to try to find the upside in these circumstances.
Well, we're cut from a different cloth...
My cloth is growing particularly saggy around my cheeks, neck and sides of my mouth. It seems to have happened overnight - or maybe I've just noticed it for the first time. On a day of particularly bad news at work. Sod's law.
Because my head was so fat earlier in the year, I guess it was masking the jowly bits, but now there's not as much to prop them up, the sag has settled in. My face is like an elastic band that's lost its tension and won't go back into shape.
The only way to stop this look is to fill my cheeks with air like I'm blowing a balloon, but that's not really sustainable. I guess I've got to get used to looking like a bloodhound from now on.
At least you’ve got two eyes!
So true, nothing compares to jowls