Mrs. Tomato Head…
Burn baby burn!
I have a disco inferno all over my face from standing outside for two- ten hour days watching people look at houses (for the new TV show). Most of the last day involves standing around outside waiting for a house deal/negotiation to go through (or not).
Sunscreen? It’s so windy and cloudy who needs it?
I did.
Between the work and the sun I’ve aged by twenty years today.
So I says to the husband I says, “Do I look like an old lady?”
“Yes” he answered (with his last dying breath).
“WHA-AT?!” I asked, astonished.
“You’re my old lady” he stated, flashing a patronizing grin.
So the red? It’s a mixture of cloud and sun with a hint of anger and humility, should clear by mid day when the husband leaves the house until dinner time when it will turn verrrry dark.
