I'm not talking about a full on slathering of stage quality make-up here, but a little sprucing up. Maintenance is required. And any shaking off of the last bits of my slumber usually involves coffee. But a little maintenance is a good thing. Truth be told, if I didn't tweeze my eyebrows, I would be walking around looking like the juice man from those juicer infomercials.
Which is probably why I was in a tizzy looking for my tweezers this morning. Picture the scene in Love Actually (absolutely LOVE this movie, by the way) where Natalie is coming down the stairs as Hugh Grant's character is standing at the door, and she's all "Where the bleep is my bleeping coat?" That was me. Minus coat. Insert tweezers. And I have no idea why I just bleeped. Bleeping is not my style--forgive me. Only the real and true F word from now on, or nothing at all.
I pictured one of my children taking the tweezers from their home in my bathroom drawer to do some gross and awful exercise, like retrieving something from the toilet or examining something (hopefully NOT from the toilet). Or my husband "borrowing" them to pluck a nose hair or something. I spent probably 15 minutes of my prep time this morning searching for the damn things, thinking, They better not have used them to...
And then I found them. Guess where? In my purse. The black-hole--NO--the Mary Poppins bottomless carpetbag of never ending surprises. Of course that's where they were. (Guess it's time for the annual purging of the purse.) All was saved. Maintenance completed. You're welcome, world. I have saved you from the horror of unfinished faces...again. Have a wonderful, completely not horrified by anyone's lack of maintenance, weekend!
What's your MUST before you walk out the door and face the world?