Be 'special'.

Memo to self - Try not to sneeze just after you have applied mascara!

What a start to my morning. I began using waterproof mascara a few years back when I had such bad anxiety attacks trying to get back to driving that I would cry copious amounts. Rather than looking like some day of the dead person, with rivulets of black running down my cheeks, I preferred to keep some small part of my dignity at least. It's bad enough that I would end up with a bright red nose full of snot. Some girls look beautiful as they sob, with their eyes all bright with tears, making gentle sniffle and hiccup noises. Not me. I have the full blown purple face, eyes swollen and puffed up and a sore nose from blowing it. Not a pretty sight I can tell you! So that's why I wear waterproof mascara all the time. Sadly that makes not one scrap of difference if you sneeze after you have just applied it. You still end up looking like a panda, or someone who is going for the 'goth look'. What's worse is that waterproof mascara is harder to remove, so trying to get the smudges off without removing all the stuff on your lashes using your super waterproof mascara remover, is a job and a half. It happens to me far too often for my liking.

I think I must be prone to doing daft things, or having daft things happen to me. I have applied hairspray to my underarms instead of deodorant. Memo to self - try to buy different coloured sprays to identify them more easily. Saying that, I have also sprayed deodorant...…..and furniture polish (and no I don't know how that happened!)…...on my hair. Ditto the previous memo, plus making sure the polish is also in a different coloured can. I have also squeezed shampoo in my eye as I have looked down the opening to check whether there is any in the bottle. Ermm, oh yes, and I have coughed while taking a tablet and projected it across the table, hitting Neil's face smack on. I am also the person that will slip in a muddy field, and when trying to walk away will leave a shoe behind stuck in said mud. I will start the food mixer just after putting flour in a bowl, making the most amazing fountain of white powder puff up in the air over every surface, including (of course) the floor and me. I'll be wearing black naturally. I really should have learnt by now to wear an apron when I cook. I will be the person to drop a fork, spoon, knife, ladle, whisk, anything, in the cat water bowl scaring the cats shitless, and making the whole surrounding area sopping wet. I am that person.

I would love to be suave and sophisticated, and swan through life looking and behaving immaculately, but that's just not how I am. Someone once said to me that I have a particular 'specialness'. I think it's more likely to be sheer clumsiness or 'doesn't watch what she is doing enough ness', but hey ho. When things like this happen I tell Neil that he would be so bored if I behaved and did everything right. He lives an exciting life never knowing what I will do, or get up to. I think he is very, very lucky. I'm not so sure Neil thinks he is, but he does spend a fair amount of his time either with his eye brows raised to the ceiling when I do something weird or sniggering behind his hands. Cant be bad can it? 

Why be boring. Be special instead 😀😁😀

PS I made a smiley face with my medication!