Not the good kind of fuzzy feeling, either.
It's my teeth, folks. My fuzzy, furry TEETH.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start off with the fact that we are not at home. I am typing this post from a base known as Pt. Mugu located in Ventura County just North of Los Angeles.
This is very happy news! For the next two days we have returned to CIVILIZATION!!!!
I'm not sure I can handle it. I think I'm out of practice.
But there's a bigger problem here. A problem that is quietly resting on our bed back home. A heaping pile of face wash, body soap, moisturizers, brushes and make-up hidden inside a traveling case.
Yes, folks, my dear husband has left my toiletry bag - the very essence of being civilized - back at the house.
Normally I would be mad. "How could you!," I would have exclaimed.
But let's keep things in perspective. It is only TWO DAYS.
And I can certainly pick up a toothbrush and toothpaste at the store.
What's that? We're taking our family photo for the Christmas card while we're here and you're wondering if I will be doing it au naturale?
Oh! Haha! Good thing there's a Sephora RIGHT UP THE STREET!!!!!
That's right, ladies (and my horrified husband - Hi Honey!), Momma's headin' over to her dealer to get herself a FIX! And it's gonna be SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
Oh, hubby, I love you MORE THEN EVER!!!
P.S. - Don't forget to head over to The Posh Parent and check out my post, The Meltdown, for this week. You can see what (or who!) I wanted to be when I grew up!
