You know your old friend, the stress zit? Perhaps “friend” is too kind of a term here. How about “Old Faithful”?
Well, as I mentioned on Sunday morning, Brian and I had the pleasure of attending this extraordinary gala the night before. It occurred to me that with the short notice we were given, my body didn’t have a chance to freak out and humble me with the usual, mighty stress zit prior to our date night.
It’s always stakes its claim on my chin and it’s always way too deep for me to personally declare war and finish the job. Ya know?
So I thought, Awesome! Not only is this an exciting occasion and not only to I look smokin’ hot, but I don’t have this nagging zit competing for attention!
None of my pictures are uploading. Not. A. One. I can see them through the playback in my camera, but they upload all funky and distorted on my Mac. You might or might not get to see my perspective of the evening, though I still intend to report the details.
Talk about “too hot to handle” coming back to bite me in the rear, eh? Next time I’ll wear a potato sack and we’ll have a bazillion pics of my frumpy life.
And I even wore three shades of eyeshadow… all at the same time… Haven’t done that in, like, a year. Figures.