Friday, September 1, 2017

Bring in the Clowns

Ok, here is a funny story.  I am always good for a laugh, you know me!

OK....I went to my hair appointment today. Remember I told you I had one.  So I get there and Theresa is ranting about her crazy family stuff.  She is in a blended family that is not blending well, suffice to say.

She mixes my red, slathers it on.  She always touches up my nearly non-existent eyebrows as well.

She washes it all out.  Blow dry, trim the out of control wisps, I give her a hug and off I go.

I head to Burger King for lunch, talk to a nice man about the flooding in Houston.

Then I go home, where Frank is.  Got that?  He was home.  And I even have conversations with him. Face to face.

I work on my Stripes quilt a bit.  Then we decide to go to Dick's Sporting goods for court shoes.  Together.

And then to Walmart.  They are reorganizing so I had to talk to several people there to find things.  Frank was with me the whole time.

I picked up a prescription at CVS and  said hi to my friend Bruce who works there.  We chatted. Yep, Frank was there too. 

We make a last stop at the monogram shop where I drop  his NoMax suit for for the company an we talked about having to wear dog tags in grammar school so they could identify us should Cuba send one of those Russian missiles to New Orleans. 

We head home, still together in the same car, same space.  I am washing my hands in the bathroom and I look up at my face.

OMG!!!!  Why didn't Frank say something?  Anything? 

OMG!!!!!   Seriously, dude? All afternoon?  All those people?

Smeared across my eyebrow is the red dye that Theresa forgot to clean off.  And it has a small trickle of drip down my left cheek.

OMG!

I can only imagine that those ladies in the monogram shop must have dissolved into hysterical laughter when that door shut behind me.

I texted Theresa and told her what happened.  She immediately called me, but could not talk because she was laughing so hard.  She would get out, I'm Sorry.....and there she would go again in another fit of laughter.

Yep, I actually looked like a clown.  Face paint and all.
 



9 comments:

  1. Just think how much joy you brought into every one you met lives. I just can't imagine no one saying something. If I had been there I would have said something.

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  2. I just knew that's what happened! So funny....I asked my husband once "what color are my eyes?"...now remember we've been married 26 years...."blue? Brown?" he said. NO, I said my eyes are green!!!! Of course I tease him about that often now! Men don't notice and women who don't know you won't say anything! Go figure! HA

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  3. You crack me up! Ha! Poor frank. I'll bet you said a thing or two to him :-)
    Men haven't a clue

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  4. Men haven't a clue is right. The thing is he likely didn't even notice.
    If we'd met, you would have asked me what the problem is...I would have been so obviously distracted by your red dye, I wouldn't have been able to hold a conversation.

    But I tell people stuff: You have mayo on your chin. Here's a napkin for your runny nose, I know you must be miserable. How can you accomplish anything with that black nail polish on your hands? It's very distracting.
    Now, I'm not saying I wouldn't have snickered a bit, but I'd have had to ask: Are you aware there's some sort of red something on your face? You might want to go to the ladies room...there's quite a lot.

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  5. Good grief! Does it make you wonder how messed up you would have to look before someone including Frank would say something!? You would think red dye on your face would do it, but apparently not!

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  6. maybe people thought it was blood? Happened to me, but it was blood, I had hit my face on the low hanging branches of a tree while I was mowing the lawn, right across my eyebrow and trickling down my face. Off I went shopping and walking the dogs and no one said anything..silly people

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