Earlier tonight, I got my hair trimmed and felt pretty smug. I asked my husband to take a picture of me. I’m not sure whether this look says “groupie” or “hooker,” but I was pleased either way.
Hours later, I felt like this:
I saw this image on TV and said to my husband: “Look honey, there’s me.”
He didn’t know what I meant so I had to explain, “I’m a big sinking ship laying on its side and nobody knows what to do with me.” He took the wise option of going to bed.
It’s so hard to maintain a feeling of okayness. Know what I mean?