Funny Follows Me

My favorite place to go to in the city is my plastic surgeon. No joke.

I don’t voluntarily travel to the city now but when I did I loved my cab rides that usually coincidence with December. The city is so gorgeous and my doctor is on the upper East side.

When I was 37, I had my first round of Botox for crows feet and when tears rolled down my eyes the doctor said I’m sorry I made you cry. I said, “those are tears of joy!”

The ride home on the train meant going into Grand Central which I always loved. They have the most amazing holiday fairs right in Grand Central and if you look up the ceiling is full of stars.

PS-I don’t Botox anymore so no magical ride to the city this year.