The acne solution I use on my face at night–combined with the heat and some sweating–is bleaching out my pillowcases. Note to self: Get a new face, or consider sticking to all-white bedding.
A few hours in the sun helps with the acne, but causes me to burn and freckle (not tan) even with sunscreen. Also, my children do not appreciate me calling out “Mama McWhiterson wants to see your TUSHIE!” as I tug on their swimsuits and admire their tan lines.
There are two more months of Summer left. Naturally, I cannot find the white shoes I neeeeeeeeeeed, because the stores are full of… boots? Cognitive dissonance… brain… hurts.
But I can find the world’s cutest dress sandal on clearance and in my size! That’s right, SANDAL, singular. Just one. But, see, I have TWO feet. So close, and yet so far. *sob*
My daughter got herself a Get Out Of Being Traded To The Gypsies FREE card today when she offered to swap ice pops with me. Not impressed? She had a BLUE one. The LAST blue one. In a single moment, the past seven years were suddenly all worth it.