frownies: over & out

Finally. My Frownies experience has come and gone and while I no longer stick those little Frownies stickers on my face to hit the hay, my morning walk from bed to bathroom mirror is filled with dread (picture the scene in The Shining where the wife is walking down the hall fearing Jack at every turn). But truthfully, every morning I look the same. I've been expecting a glaring array of REAM-induced (Rapid Eye Area Movement) lines that would be compounding exponentially the way my 401k should be. But no. And this has left me mystified as either the Frownies' efficacy was merely a delusional headtrip or, perhaps the Frownies actually did train my muscles to stand still and my glee each morning triggered a Pavlovian response that, at least for a while, has kept the don't-move-a-muscle cycle going. Hmm...I don't have to tell you which explanation I'm going with. So Frownies gets a thumbs-up from me. But don't forget the catch, as in 22--it may make you look and feel more appealing should you be in man-seeking mode, but Frownies and romantic evenings just don't mix.