I don't always look this bad when I first get up in the morning.
Sometimes it's worse.
This morning, however, I scare myself a little when I see the heights to which my hair has arranged itself overnight and the blue-ish, almost ocean-like circles under my eyes.
But I have lunches to make, breakfast to serve and kids to ferry. There is no time for primping.
I sit down next to Mr. Kamikaze and hand him the camera with a straight face.
"Would you mind?" I ask. "I have to send a headshot for the book review I'm writing. Make me look good, like one of those author photographs on the back of a book."
He looks up from his newspaper. "I don't have time," he says. "We'll do it later."
He thinks I am serious.
The moral of this story is:
A. Love is blind.
B. 16 years of marriage have left me invisible.
C. I have vastly overestimated my skill with a hairbrush and makeup.
D) Your husband has balls of STEEL.
Posted by: Mr Lady | October 24, 2008 at 11:36 AM
What I see is casually tousled hair, blueblueblue eyes, and perfectly arched eyebrows. I do hate you.
Posted by: Sue | October 24, 2008 at 12:39 PM
Well it gave me a giggle. Thanks.
Posted by: jean | October 24, 2008 at 04:12 PM
Sarcasm is lost when the caffeine hasn't hit yet...
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | October 24, 2008 at 09:42 PM
I believe that is the only diplomatic thing I've ever heard Mr. SK say. He's losing his edge...
Posted by: nthnglsts | October 25, 2008 at 02:55 PM
That was rather tactful. Either that or you are invisible. Did the kids notice?
Posted by: 'cuz I'm the mommy,that's why | October 26, 2008 at 02:44 AM
Now I know you really are sacrificing for your art. whew.
Posted by: Executive Suburbanite | October 26, 2008 at 07:22 PM
No worries, you just look like the rest of us! My cure...a baseball hat and sunglasses. Can trick Hubby into thinking I look cute. Works every time.
Posted by: aGibby | October 27, 2008 at 08:17 AM