"My secret is kept in this little jar." Monique shared with the other ladies.

At once everyone in the room was huddling around the little jeweled jar that held Monique's long held secret.

"It smells like a forbidden garden." One lady said

"It has an aroma of intrigue and mystery." Another said.

"Now listen ladies, you cannot spill a word of this or all of our lives will be smacked hard and swift into peril."

"Oh, Monique darling... always the drama queen. Now give me a dad of that!"

"No, no, no!! Not until you promise that you lips are zipped!!!"

And then it happened at that very moment, the anti wrinkle cream ...

"I suppose my best bet would be to work off a little steam on the treadmill."

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Go for it!"

"Well, did you ever consider that I might just like to stew in this for a little while?"

"Ok, suit yourself. But let me tell you that stewing for any length of time is simply NOT healthy and basically creates more of the same ole, same ole."