Twenty-seven feels like a milestone to me: I am unmistakably on the slide to thirty and taking my eye-bags with me.
Still. It’s treating me very well so far. Try to turn twenty-seven in Fairhope during Arts and Crafts weekend, if you can. Eat southern-style biscuits for breakfast. Buy some local pottery. Watch your baby adore his daddy. Finish off with some pizza slices bigger than your face.
Use a spatula-load of foundation on the eye-bags and try not to look at them.