Longtime reader(s) (joke courtesy of Big Dot) — you will remember that I have tracked my wattle as far back as 2008.
Last week I glanced at my reflection in the Phone and thought, “Well, that isn’t too — Oh, Jesus!”
That bit at the end was when I caught sight of the Wattle.
The Wattle has changed. It isn’t as plump and fatty, so that’s good, only now it is a withered pelican pouch, no longer full of fish. Withered wattle.
Wattle through the years:
Wattle in real life with judicious cropping and chin elevated:
All I have to do is lift my chin up an inch every damn minute of every day.
Also, look at how wrinkled my fore-ear is. I had no idea THAT was going to happen.