Yesterday was an odd day, Nothing bad happened but there were a series of little annoyances that added up. By bedtime I was happy to close my eyes and give myself up to dreams.
in the midst of my rather crazy day, I received a couple of notes that made me realize that people thought that one of the silly photos I posted in my Christmas Wishes For Our Troops entry was actually me. It honestly never occurred to me that anyone could draw that conclusion. I thought it was obvious that I just put my face in a joke frame.
I actually work very hard NOT to look like this woman. I spend time in the gym so I DON’T look like her. Whoever the model is has a fine looking body but it’s not at all what I aspire to. I like muscle. I like cuts. I work diligently not to be thin and smooth. Plus, the model’s breasts are enormous compared to mine and I figured every man on the Earth would notice that!
You can add your face to any number of photos. I suppose I should try to find one of a woman with nice muscle development next time, then I wouldn’t mind being mistaken for her.
Once the day was done I was looking forward to getting under the covers for the night but first I took a lovely, hot shower and slathered myself with my brand new, expensive, lightly peach scented lotion that I just bought. I was tucking my youngest son into bed and he asked me what I had on. I told him it was a special lotion that was supposed to help keep my skin soft and he said. “Well it smells just like grilled cheese.”
My last thought before bed was, “Great! I learned today that I’m a skinny, smooth woman without any muscle who smells like a hot cheese sandwich!”