Do you ever have that real funny feeling that everybody is staring at you? And not because you’ve got on a totally awesome outfit or you’re having a super great hair day. All eyes are on you and they all seem critical and judge-y. Your paranoia-induced face wiping and hair smoothing leaves you looking like you dunked your head in a bowl of olive oil, and blesses you with a brand new, shiny zit the next day. You’ve smoothed the back of your new skirt so many times it looks vintage. You’ve (descretely) checked your teeth in every shiny surface in passing.
Ever have one of those days?
I did. Yesterday. At home. Alone with B and my dog.