Hot Mess

I must confess...

I wore open-toed shoes to church on Sunday. I painted my toes, in the car, as we drove. But only the ones that would be seen.

I still haven't fixed it.

For the first time in my life I bought two of the same skirt--one in my current size, and one in the size I'd like to be.

Even more pathetic, I made my mom buy the larger one for me...

in Logan...

the day after Mother's Day...

as there were none to be had in my region of the country.

(Thanks, Mom.)

The hair dresser cut my bangs crooked. I think, everyday, I should call and arrange to have them fixed. But I probably won't.


My mascara is lumpy. It will take me another three weeks before I manage to buy a new one. I cannot seem to remember to purchase something I only put on maybe twice a week.

I ate a fistful of Whoppers while I typed this post. I won't be fitting into the smaller skirt anytime soon.

But they were so good I'm headed back to the
kitchen for more!

So, Mom, your trip will not have been in vain.