Friday, March 26, 2010
There are times I wish I was one of those bloggers who writes everything in code so no one can figure out who they are. I could tell you that we are having a family birthday party on Sunday. Something is bound to happen that will be either funny or irritating or mind-boggling.
Families are fun.
What’s going on right now is simply that I have to clean my house. Why do women do that? Why must my house be spotless for certain people while for other people (who know who they are) have seen my house in disarray and chaos?
It’s like seeing certain people in public. Most people, including the general population of Target, Wal-Mart and Kmart, are allowed to see me in a stained t-shirt, no make-up and messy hair.
I am an expert in messy hair, so don’t think I can’t scare small children without trying.*
But when I go to the grocery store? I will put on a hat or comb my hair and wave mascara in the vicinity of my eyelashes.
Who do I think I will see at the grocery store? No one. It’s the same for the library. I like to look nice for the books and the groceries.
I’m all about being considerate.
*I once asked a classroom full of kindergarten students if they had any questions and one little girl raised her hand to ask me if I ever combed my hair. I said I did comb it once it awhile. She said, "It looks like a rat's nest." Her teacher was not happy.