So as many of you know I have been 24/7 since last Christmas. Not bragging just laying a little foundation. Every Monday - Saturday I make a run to the post office with my daily packages. Today I had 13 boxes to pack and I had to get to the post office before 1:00pm closing. I took longer to pack than I expected and when I looked at the clock it was 12:25. Holy crap Gotta go.
The problem was that i hadn't gotten dressed yet. Normally if something like this came up I would quickly throw on my only remaining boy clothes and run out the door. Kind of an unconscious panic response.
Well today it went a little different.
I noticed the time, said a few choice words (think George Carlin) ((younger members feel free to Google him)) sprinted to my closet grabbed a pair of denim capris and a not so matching top. I threw them on, stepped into a pair of flip flops, put my wig on my head, grabbed my purse and ran for the car. At the first stop light I put on a little lipstick.
If you were following along you should be recoiling from you monitor about now and saying aloud "what no makeup?". Oh the horror!! Running through my head as I drove toward the post office were the usual thoughts:
pitchfork wielding villagers
women and children weeping
dogs cowering in fear
flowers wilting as I walk by.
You get the picture.
The thing is nothing happened. I saw many of the same faces and nothing was different.??????
Well one thing was different. I had the same kind of unconscious panic response but this time no boy clothes and no makeup.
I'm not sure what happened or why but I'm happy as hell.