The worst part about being sick is feeling sick.
Looking sick is pretty bad too but sometimes that can be a godsend as it makes smart people watch out when nearby. They’ll keep their bullshit from you a few days longer than they were planning. Before they share it and screw up your day.
The problem with me is that when I am sick I can hide it well with HD makeup. But once the make up is all off I look exactly how I feel. I looked like a girl who needs to be in bed. So I did exactly that until this morning.
Determined to come back with a vengeance and make up for lost time, I decided to enlist professional help to make myself look human again. The plan was to stop in to a nearby salon for a manicure pedicure eyebrow wax and then another place for a blow out. I meant business. I meant to forget every bed bound minute I spent shivering and sneezing and running a fever.
Ah.. the best laid plans…
Just when I’m all on my way to making a comeback from a week of being down and out sick and kicked while I’m down ( hella fun laptop issues) I get a text.
A one word sentence.
Pedicure?
From someone that always says Lunch? I got nervous and I said yes immediately.
My waxing and nail painting plans will have to be done differently.
Cancelled appointments and I was on my way for a pedicure with my Maid of Honor. Across the street from her job. Which yes is the scene of the crime.
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Next stop – Events during the day. Waxing (and not poetic) in the evening with my Maid of Honor. Love my MOH.
Car Song – “Cupid” version by Amy Winehouse “Cupid draw back your bow and let your arrow flow straight to my lover’s heart for me. You better hear my cry. And let your arrow fly.”
