Have you ever looked at your blog photos once downloaded to view on the computer and get a completely different picture than how you thought you looked in an outfit?
This is one such instance.
If my hair would actually cooperate, and not fall down even with 82 bobby pins in it (are they still called bobby pins?) or cause a headache due to the weight of the hair, I'd put up a messy bun. And if I wore them, I could see wearing some serious looking black frame glasses with this.
Because the whole thing is just a little off.
Kind of like my day that started with a little work crisis when I checked my BlackBerry after getting out of bed. While the little crisis turned out to be way more complicated to resolve, a second problem developed along with an unexpected must-do urgent tasking thrown in and all of these conflicting with a meeting I had to attend.
That was the first hour of the workday. And that's how my day that was expected to be uneventful became a series of "oh [insert appropriate expression for aggravation or panic]" uttered.
The whole time, not feeling quite right since I dashed out the door without the usual two cups of tea.
At the end of the day, it was all fine. The only thing I'm bitterly disappointed about is I won't be able to take Friday off to spend with husby. Bitter. Disappointment. Since I'll be on a plane first thing Sunday morning and I won't be back home until next Sunday night. And my vacation hours earned continue to accumulate in the Bermuda Triangle (as opposed to for a vacation in Bermuda).
:(
If my hair would actually cooperate, and not fall down even with 82 bobby pins in it (are they still called bobby pins?) or cause a headache due to the weight of the hair, I'd put up a messy bun. And if I wore them, I could see wearing some serious looking black frame glasses with this.
Because the whole thing is just a little off.
Kind of like my day that started with a little work crisis when I checked my BlackBerry after getting out of bed. While the little crisis turned out to be way more complicated to resolve, a second problem developed along with an unexpected must-do urgent tasking thrown in and all of these conflicting with a meeting I had to attend.
That was the first hour of the workday. And that's how my day that was expected to be uneventful became a series of "oh [insert appropriate expression for aggravation or panic]" uttered.
The whole time, not feeling quite right since I dashed out the door without the usual two cups of tea.
At the end of the day, it was all fine. The only thing I'm bitterly disappointed about is I won't be able to take Friday off to spend with husby. Bitter. Disappointment. Since I'll be on a plane first thing Sunday morning and I won't be back home until next Sunday night. And my vacation hours earned continue to accumulate in the Bermuda Triangle (as opposed to for a vacation in Bermuda).
:(
