Feeling Old

My husband and I were watching The Good Wife. We were talking about how old Michael J. Fox looks. I said, "She's aged much better." meaning Julianna Margulies. Then he said that Michael is older than us, but she is younger. Ok, that made me feel better. Then, curiosity got the best of me. Dang internet! Sometimes it is not a good thing to have so much useless information at your fingertips.
She's 2 1/2 months older than me.


I hate Hollywood.

Comments

  1. meegzApril 7, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    She doesn't look that young! c'mon -- we are NOT old.:) I relate to her so well on that show. no not for any of the obvious reasons...i just love how contemplative she is. Okay, maybe I don't relate to her -- maybe i wish i had writers in my life who could write how i should respond to crisis.:)

    and yes, she is beautiful -- but so are we!:)

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  2. meegzApril 7, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    PS I love your headers so much -- not much is making me smile out loud these days (can you do that?:)) But libbie and I are cracking up at this one. you need to keep an archive of them somewhere so i can enjoy them always...maybe on the side bar?

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  3. meegzApril 7, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    PS I love your headers so much -- not much is making me smile out loud these days (can you do that?:)) But libbie and I are cracking up at this one. you need to keep an archive of them somewhere so i can enjoy them always...maybe on the side bar?

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  4. LiaApril 7, 2011 at 11:46 PM

    Ha! I watch that show too! I think they touch up some of her shots. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. :) This is a beautiful pic!

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  5. KimApril 8, 2011 at 4:57 AM

    She is beautiful...you are beautiful! I love all your posts and all your header pictures too...

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  6. RebekahApril 9, 2011 at 7:00 PM

    Yea....if only we had a personal plastic surgeon and all our pictures air brushed and touched up...we'd look just like her! LOL I think you are so pretty Julie!!! ♥

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