The Simple Life at Home

Well, I seem to have overcome the whole food-poisoning-by-coleslaw episode. Except for the lack of sleep which seems to have left my brain a little fuzzy. Around 3:30 I decided to drag my sorry self out of bed (but not before the pool guy looked through my french doors and waved at my pajama-clad, stringy-haired sorry self - good thing I was wearing the pajamas!) and get a shower. Once there, I poured a nice glob of shampoo into my hands and proceeded to rub it all over my face. In my fog I had confused it for my face cleanser.

Once I rinsed that off and managed to apply shampoo (AND CONDITIONER TOO!!) to the right part of my anatomy and got out of the shower, I somehow convinced Emily to brush my hair. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to have my hair brushed. So she's brushing it and giving me a really cute swept over bang and tells me, "Mom, this hairstyle makes you look 30." I shoot daggers at her with my penetrating eyes. 30! How rude?! I mean, why would I want a hairstyle that makes me look 30? And why is she looking at me with such confusion? Um, that would be because 30 is actually good for me, seeing as I'm 39 and all. Yep, that's right - apparently food poisoning, while it makes you feel really horrible, can remove, oh, say 15 years from your life - in your head, at least!

Hopefully I'll be more on the ball tomorrow. But I wouldn't count on it.