The other day, well, I guess it was a couple of weeks ago, I was doing some chores around the house. For some reason, I had to load the kids up and get in the car. I can't remember the reason. It wasn't an emergency, but something just came up like I was weeding and remembered I needed to get coffee creamer, or I was doing laundry and remembered I needed to check our library books in. Regardless, it was something that I wasn't going to see or be seen, probably the library, where I was just going to drop off the books in the drive through drop off. So I didn't put on make up, and probably had a hair band in my hair or something.
When I don't have makeup on, I look like a crack addict - except I have all of my teeth. Under my eyes are dark, I'm pale everywhere else, have freckles, and usually a couple of blemishes. So, for me to leave the house without make up on is almost a burden to the community. I try not to, but I did it - knowing that I was going to workout later anyways.
We go run our errand and then I remember as we're about to drive right by the Sephora store that my moms liked my lip gloss I was wearing. And considering I'd just shlepped my kids off on her for 3 days so that I could visit Carrie a few months ago, lip gloss, was a great woman-to-woman thank you gift. I know what you're thinking: "YOU sent Seek & Destroy to your MOTHER'S for THREE DAYS and you think LIP GLOSS is thank you enough?" Uh, no I don't. But this isn't your average lip gloss. It's called Buxom, and it's supposed to plump your lips up. Haven't you noticed? Lucy likes to call it Mommy's spicy lip gloss. And it's yummy. No, I do not eat my lip gloss, but c'mon girls, y'all know you can taste it. It's on your lips after all. So, we stop in the store to get the stuff.
The kids hate stores like this because they know I'm going to yell "Put that down!" 50 times in the 3 minutes we're in there. So, I make them put their hands in their pockets. Turns out Max doesn't have pockets. Super. Lucy helps me find the lip gloss while Max just grabs and touches everything. We get in line, buy just the lip gloss, the lady says something like, "I'll give you lots of extra samples" and plops them in my bag. I think the extra stuff is grattitude for bringing my kids in and they didn't break one thing. But that's not exactly the message she was trying to send...
I get home, ship off the lip gloss, and a few days later, I take a look at the samples she was soooooo gracious with:
- microdelivery exfoliating wash
- 2 packs of blemish buffing beads
- Vitamin C Ester Amine Complex Face lift
I get it, thank you stupid Sephora girl who works all day surrounded by make up samples with your posh black smock on and your 20 year-old-face. Thank you so much. I'm off to go buff my face, I suppose.
That's how I roll.
And I'm very happy with the new cinnamon colored, mint flavored "FAT LIP RE-INFORCER"! However, payment for playing with my grandchildren isn't necessary at all. Believe me, it tired me out, but it was my pleasure. I had a "Puncture and Drain" experience before, so "Seek and Destroy" isn't so bad.
Can I just tell that I read your blog more than you will ever know. When I am missing my girlfriends, I read your blog. When I am in need of laughter, I read your blog. When I need a break from work, I read your blog. When I am posting syllabi while sitting on my love seat at home, I read your blog. I laugh out loud and my lover thinks I'm sneaking wine, I point to the screen and he says "you are reading her blog." Yep, I am reading your blog.
You are loved!
Paula
Screw the mask, I just want to have Elastagirl's abilities. That would freaking rock. Don't worry about the trip to Sephora. That 20 year old face will get what's coming to her all in due time.