So yesterday me and Fancypance and non-blogger friend SAC headed to Squirrel Chatter's house for a cupcake party.*
Cupcakes were had, tea was sipped and shared. Due to a gross mismanagement of time I a.) managed to produce the sorriest looking cupcakes you've ever seen, b.) had run out of a particular medicine, without which I was beginning to experience the wah-wah-wah withdrawls (my Rx peeps will be familiar with this particular brand of unpleasantness), and c.) went about my daily business to 2 different markets PLUS this party full of mostly kind strangers completely oblivious to the fact that I had three very obvious and very purple hickeys on my throat.
*DIES INSIDE. For the nth time.*
No one told me. Not a stranger. Not my sister friends. Nobody mentioned it. I probably would have more MORE embarrassed had someone said something, but still. And since I'm not a primper who looks in the mirror during the day, I hadn't noticed these most unfortunate Husband-caused horrors until about 9:00 p.m. YESTERDAY NIGHT.
Needless to say I'm wearing concealer AND a scarf today. I'm 34 years old. My husband is 45. He thinks this type of thing is hilarious while I think it is shameful and ridiculous.
At one point yesterday I stood in the middle of the main thoroughfare of a big box retailer, hair standing straight up, apparel in disarray, tearing at a prescription bottle of pills to get it open, with these marks on me. I can hardly imagine a more disgraceful and unladylike sight. It could've only been more perfect had I been wearing flip flops and had a corndog stick hanging out of my mouth.
Sigh.
*Do we really speak this way? Yes, we do.
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6 comments:
I wilted a little inside for you. That's really horrifying.
Okay, I wilted inside a LOT.
Your word verification is totally screwing with me now. It's "flerp". Which is totally a hicky sound.
Awwwwwwww, man. WAY worse than dried snot on the end of your nose at the hairdresser's while she's plucking your eyebrows, or mascara all over your browbone while hanging out with a bunch of eighth graders all morning.
Fwhsssseeeeewww. That sucks. Big time. I'm digging a hole for you to hide in!
You remind me of Britney - except she would have flaunted the hickies. LOL
Hey - I think it's great that you and hubby are still enjoying adolescent amoureuse!
i'm sorry, but that is totally made of awesome.
try a little bit of green concealer before you put on the yellow one and then skin colour. then touch it off with some powder to set it.
that might work. just guessing, though.
when i run out of meds i freak out until i have it at hand once again. sorry. icky.
but thank you also for the hee haw!
andrea
Oh damn...I'm trying really hard not to laugh...sorry! Hehe!
Seriously though- what's with guys thinking this is clever? My last boyfriend was in his early 50's (I'm in my late 30's) and he thought things like this were funny too. Do they ever grow up?
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