NO MAKE-UP SUNDAY

I spend about 30 minutes, six mornings a week, putting on make-up. I know, I know. Just how big is my face? But still... I do the lotion, the yellow stuff to take away the dark circles under my eyes from getting up so early just so I can put on make-up, the tinted moisturizer (one cannot have too much moisture at my age), the eye shadow, the liner, the mascara, the lipliner, the gloss... geez. I'm exhausted just talking about it.

So I have declared Sunday to be a No Make-up Sunday.

Which is why I am appalled when someone brings out a camera on a Sunday.

Or when someone schedules a meeting in the middle of the day that I MUST go to.

Or when I have to go to the store and cannot seem to miss running into the firemen that are shopping for the week.

Shoot. I give up.

I tried Pajama Sunday. But that just looks silly with full make-up. No, seriously. I decided that Sundays were going to be Pajama Day. I would go through the routine of make-up, but stay in my jammies all day. That worked. Until someone brought out a camera and forever captured my image in my fuzzy monkey pajamas. And the boss wasn't too excited about them either when I showed up for that exec meeting. But the firemen sure did get a kick out of them.

So, here I am, back to another Sunday - with a meeting scheduled, the camera in plain sight, and a trip to the grocery store is in order.... sigh. Where is my make-up kit?