Yesterday, I had to be out early meeting and greeting with the public. I was wearing my signature head to toe, over and under…black. Okay. I added a smidge of color with some peach shine lip gloss. I am a fashion diva. See Elen laughing.
Well into meeting and greeting, the eyes popped open and I looked down at my black shoes. Blinked and looked again. Please tell me my socks are not dark navy. Maybe I just needed a little Visine. Nope. Definitely dark navy. Crap. Crap. Crap. I took a quick scan of the room. Lots of guys, hopefully of the color-challenged variety. Everyone looked as bleary-eyed as me. The odds were good that nobody would notice; or if they did, no one would care. I couldn’t wait to slink away.
I met up with a best friend forever afterwards. She looked at me and said, “What? Did you just come from a funeral?”
“Hey,” I said. “My socks are navy.” Saved by the dark navy socks. The socks of shame had just morphed into super hero socks.
This morning, I’m making a mad dash out the door — again — feeling every bit the White Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland. I flip the cap off my Dove Ultimate Clear, and I’m looking at empty grid. Unh. Crap. Crap. Crap. Did I mention that I’m not a morning person? I suck at mornings. My hand shot out and grabbed the super-sized Mennen Speed Stick Original with the great clean scent and 24 hour protection. I was a desperate woman. Okay?
Now, I feel like I’m wandering around with Mr. G, honey stowed in my pocket. I smell good. Not feminine, but g o o d . I’m hoping Mr. G, honey is too busy to read CBAB this week and won’t find out that he’s sharing his manly Mennen with me. I imagine I’m just one good nuzzle away from being outed anyway.
Tomorrow, I’m off to one of my favorite towns, Niagara-on-the-Lake, for some live theater and lunch. I had my hair blow-dried straight today. I’ll be sleeping on my face tonight, otherwise it’s just going to be another I-suck-at-mornings morning.
WIP is the order of the remainder of the day.