I was getting ready in a hurry. My girls had some place to be and I didn’t want them to be late because of me. Usually they are the ones dawdling, however this morning I decided to be good to myself and exercise. (Yay me!)
So I jump out of the shower and do all of the primping I normally do, only 10 times as fast. Rub on all of the lotions and potions that I’ve researched to make me look younger, brush my hair with the fancy hair brush that will help my hair shine and bounce, put on the self tanner so I don’t look like an Albino. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Albino’s. I’m just saying for me, I go with the faux glow, thank you.)
I drive my youngest to her friend’s house. I go inside to get things organized with the mom and snuggle with her new baby, (she’s just a doll!). Next I take my oldest over to her friend’s house and chat with that mother. She just bought a package of Space Bags and loves them. ‘I need to get some of those’ I’m thinking as I head to the store. I’m picking out the necessary party favors for a party we are hosting this weekend. (This, of course, will include a little bit of “Mommies Juice Box”. It’s a family party. Wine is not a bad idea.)
After I spend too much time at the store, I decide I’ve had enough of florescent lights and I’m ready to go home. The checker is nice, only ve-e-ery slow. She likes to talk. (Um, that’s nice and all about your niece’s dance recital, but I really just want to go home now.)
Upon pulling into my driveway a neighbor needed to come over and tell me that they were going out of town and asked if we would keep an eye on the place. We talked for a bit then I went inside to unload my wares. And that’s when I saw it. Right there, in the hall mirror, my forehead with a huge streak of white lotion accentuating my frown line.
I looked like a back-up singer for Adam Ant. ARGH!
Come on people! Is it really so hard to tell someone that “they’ve got a little something right there”? I’ve had eye-to-eye contact with 2 mom-friends, an overly friendly checker, and my neighbor but still not one of them told me about this lane divider on my face! I find it hard to believe that people would think I intended to have this slab of lotion on my forehead.
Oh well. Maybe they think I’m going for a new look. And who knows, it just might catch on.
So I jump out of the shower and do all of the primping I normally do, only 10 times as fast. Rub on all of the lotions and potions that I’ve researched to make me look younger, brush my hair with the fancy hair brush that will help my hair shine and bounce, put on the self tanner so I don’t look like an Albino. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Albino’s. I’m just saying for me, I go with the faux glow, thank you.)
I drive my youngest to her friend’s house. I go inside to get things organized with the mom and snuggle with her new baby, (she’s just a doll!). Next I take my oldest over to her friend’s house and chat with that mother. She just bought a package of Space Bags and loves them. ‘I need to get some of those’ I’m thinking as I head to the store. I’m picking out the necessary party favors for a party we are hosting this weekend. (This, of course, will include a little bit of “Mommies Juice Box”. It’s a family party. Wine is not a bad idea.)
After I spend too much time at the store, I decide I’ve had enough of florescent lights and I’m ready to go home. The checker is nice, only ve-e-ery slow. She likes to talk. (Um, that’s nice and all about your niece’s dance recital, but I really just want to go home now.)
Upon pulling into my driveway a neighbor needed to come over and tell me that they were going out of town and asked if we would keep an eye on the place. We talked for a bit then I went inside to unload my wares. And that’s when I saw it. Right there, in the hall mirror, my forehead with a huge streak of white lotion accentuating my frown line.
I looked like a back-up singer for Adam Ant. ARGH!
Come on people! Is it really so hard to tell someone that “they’ve got a little something right there”? I’ve had eye-to-eye contact with 2 mom-friends, an overly friendly checker, and my neighbor but still not one of them told me about this lane divider on my face! I find it hard to believe that people would think I intended to have this slab of lotion on my forehead.
Oh well. Maybe they think I’m going for a new look. And who knows, it just might catch on.