Well, here I am, right now. Flaming red splotches are gone and burning sensation has faded. Yay! But, hey, kids, Nair on the eyebrows? Don't try this at home.I bought a pair of super hot faux metallic snakeskin pumps to wear to the auction Saturday night. I've been wearing them all day to try to "break them in" before Saturday night. The last time I wore heels all day long was a long time ago, when I was young and for some reason wearing pumps all day, working retail, on my feet, didn't bother me at all. Wasted youth.
Lots of little random happenings around here. Like my husband getting on Facebook. And kind of stalking me, frankly. Because he? Thinks he's really funny.
What else? Lots of work this week, which is not the week I wanted it, but I'll take what I can get. But between the working and the volunteering, I have not had a chance to do the things I need to do, like blog and email and watch Lost and 24 and, you know, important stuff like that.
Frozen pizza for dinner tonight, between homework and basketball practice. Trip to the gym in the morning for a four mile run, then I have some finish up work to do on auction placards and bid sheets. Carlie gets out of school at noon for whatever reason tomorrow, so it'll be early pickup, out to lunch, and then she's going to a Build A Bear Party at the mall, so I get two hours of childless mall time with a girlfriend. That's something to look forward to!
Oh, and speaking of shopping, when did buying a bra become such a freaking ordeal? I tried on at least a dozen bras today and nothing worked. At all. So horrible. I won't go into great detail in case you're eating, but I'll just say one thing: back fat. Also? The fact that I am apparently a size B and a half cup was a factor. It was ugly.
Time to haul my ass to the kitchen and unfreeze the pizza so we can start the carpool to basketball practice. Carpool meaning I drive kids there and then take everybody home and no one else has to do anything. That kind of carpool.
P.S. Did you hear? I am fabulous! Thanks, Holly.
3 comments:
okay. nair on eyebrows just seems like an altogether bad idea. also, bras...yeesh. impossible-ness. i can't ever find one to fit. bra buying...boo hiss.
You are fabulous. :-)
I never even knew people who had "normal" brows i.e not caterpillars, had to do anything with them. Then about 4 years ago I told a good girly girl friend of mine I was getting married and did she say: Congratulations! Wow - why now? Are you sure you want to? No - she said, and I quote "You know I love you - you have to get your brows done." Since I didn't even know I had to do anything with them - I have left them in the hands of professionals ever since....Oh and I'm 45 so that means I never did a damn thing with mine until I was 41.
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