Dear epidermis, We need to have a wee chat, or maybe a parade of mea culpas would be more appropriate. I’m so sorry that I used baby oil. I’m embarrassed to admit that one time, Debbie and I resorted to olive oil when our baby oil was hijacked by the needs of an actual baby sister. My skin was so smooth and optimistic, way back when. Then, the fun began. The pregnancies (stretched skin), the laughter (marionette lines), the endless west wind that chapped and damaged my face.