I Need A Nap
I’ve been slowly relocating MacLaughlin Studios to my new home, and it’s gone relatively smoothly thus far. If you consider smoothly to be landing huge bruises and scrapes all over your body, that is. I have a big river trip planned in a few weeks, and I’ve been working hard on my appearance so that I won’t be the only person drifting down the river wrapped from head to toe in some sort of cloth. Kinda like Gidget meets The Mummy. Only more like the Mummy part. The Pudgy Mummy.
So anyway, I’ve been coloring the hair, taking my vitamins, doing the fake & bake thing, all so I can be the hottest MILF on the river, but foolishly, I planned the BIG MOVE before the trip, so now I’m a walking ad for Technicolor. Add in the lack of sleep that ensues with moving, and I am truly patriotic. Red, white & blue. (Red eyes, white skin, and blue bruises.)
The older I get, the more I realize how useless vanity is. I’m fighting a losing battle here. Mother Nature is KICKING MY ASS, and she’s not playing fair, because she’s using my own furniture against me…
No, the title has nothing to do with the post. But I need one. I feel cranky coming on… I know I’m not making any sense. This is what’s it’s like in my head all the time…