HOW DO WOMEN DO IT?

I was not meant to be a woman…I am pretty sure. I have mentioned before that when we cruised, the women would turn themselves out every single day..hair perfectly coiffed, full expert makeup, chunky charming jewelry, matching shoes and handbags, beautiful tasteful slacks outfits. yes Cookie…slacks  (shovel list).  I hate to think what I must have looked like.  I don't look in the mirror and even if I did I can't see very well.

So with that in mind last night I leaned into the mirror and lifted my glasses so I was looking through the bifocal part. And I gotta say…I was shocked!  My nose is full of giant pores that are black, the skin around my mouth, lower cheeks and chin is super wrinkled and saggy, my eyelids are droopy, I have fairly smooth upper cheeks but they have blackheads.  AND there are sprouty hairs all over my chin and fuzzy hair on my cheeks.  Oh Lordy.

With this awful image in mind I decided to wash my face with an exfoliating goop I have.  Its full of millions of little weeny teeny beads of some sort.  I haven't purposely washed my face since about 1997.  I get it wet in the shower and swimming.  Thats it.  No face creams, no scrubbing.  I just leave it alone. So exfoliating would be a start at the least.

So, leaning over the sink, water running, I got a goodly handful of the stuff and started scrubbing.  I scrubbed every inch of my face, over and over.  Finally I figured I had probably sluffed off most the unwanted dna and, hopefully, some of the dirt in the various holes.  I cupped my hands, scooped water and splashed.  Nothing.  My face was just as slimy as before the water hit it.  I continued.  Scoop. Splash. Scoop. Splash.  Over and over and over.  Seriously!!!  That crap wouldn't move!  I swear it was insoluble.  So I started to scrub my face each time I splashed.  Scoop splash scrub scoop splash scrub.  I finally had to get the cloth I had put there for drying my face after and seriously scrub my face.  Long ridiculous story short, I ended up with a soaked shirt, soaked counter and soaked floor.  Took me half an hour to clean the bathroom and this was after the half hour in the garage picking up stupid marbles.

Sitting in my chair when I was done, I noticed a thousand little tiny beads still clinging to the outskirts of my face.  All along the hair line and in the hair were all these little beads.  It took me an hour to pick them out.  It was way too late to wash my hair…plus it wasn't Sunday.

This morning I excitedly looked in the mirror to see the lovely transformation.  Ha!  My face is all blotchy and red and now its itchy and feels like there is goop on it still.  I should have just left it alone.  (my neck is still all sticky even after my shower)

Today I ran the last cheque over to the notary, stopped at superstore and picked up a tree and headed home.  I made a roast pork dinner for Em, Austin, Austin's brother Levi (Monte picked him up in Nanaimo on his way back from Port) Monte and I.  Such a lovely perfect evening…listening to vinyl…old and new, visiting, laughing.  They left around eleven.  Poor Em was soooo tired!  And now so am I!  Bed time!  I have to get up early to clean the house before the housekeeper gets here!  TTYL!!