Apr. 17, 2008 - Crud and Argh
So, I go out for a jog in this lovely 70 degree sunny day.
I'm wearin' a real old grubby T shirt. Stained. You know those fashionable jog outfits you see in stores? I am the antithesis to that. I am the person who wears the rags unfit for human apparel to jog in. The clothes that should have been in the garbage years ago. That.
Hair in a pony tail, but half of it all whipped out by the wind.
I stink. Literally, I mean.
Just after the jog, I go to the garage (door is open) to put
something in recycling.
At the precise moment that DH is being dropped off...much earlier
than I expected. Our house was the meeting point for a group
traveling together today.
So, I meet the budget lady. She is, in a word, GORGEOUS.
Fortunately, I think she hates DH (he spends his budget), but
still, all females will appreciate that I wish I had looked or
smelled a little better.
Worse, DH's boss and DH's boss's boss are there too.
What can I do? Running back in the house after being seen seemed
like a worse option.
So, I apologized for looking like a wreck, said I was just back from
jogging and then internally agonized that all the professionals would
think that this is all I do with my time. Narcissistic at home mom.
And, of course, my internal agonizing made me more nervous so that
when I did talk, I'm pretty certain I spewed idiocies.
The four children, of course, had vanished and it just seemed too
self serving to talk about how we had spent the morning homeschooling.
And, to make it worse, prior to putting my hair in the ponytail to go jogging, I had actually been having a rare good hair day. I was even wearing a pretty cute outfit prior to changing into my bag lady clothes for jogging.
Darn it.
Blessings, Holly
Comments
Apr. 18, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Arby
Pictures? Please? Where are the pictures? As long as they aren't scratch and sniff, of course...
Apr. 21, 2008 - I feel your pain
Posted by Anonymous
My DH's good friend stops by rarely, usually to borrow something. But it seems like every time he does stop by I'm grungy and sitting at the computer. The last time he came by he actually said, "You're ALWAYS at the computer, aren't you?". Well, yeah, when you come by I am. Actually I am pretty much a fixture in this computer chair, but oh well.
