courtesty of komets.com
Went to the hockey game last night. With hubs and the boys. Teenaged girls got a pass. I kinda wanted a pass because I've started in on my master bedroom, showing her some love with a delicious new paint job. Kinda rushed outta the house without caring how I looked...I mean, this is hockey in the midwest, I'll be surrounded by bright orange wigs and jerseys and folks who've had too much beer and/or sugar right? Who's gonna notice me?
Anyway, the coliseum was pretty full, 'cause our farm team is pretty good, and they always do these random shots of the crowd on the big hangy-downy scoreboard thing in the middle. During one break while they were prolly cleaning up the blood from yet another fight, they did a 'kissing cam'. You know what's coming, eh?
So in front of umpteen thousand rabid hockey fans, my covered-in-paint, clad-in-sweats-and-oversized-TURQUOISE-sweater, no-make-up-hair-in-a-pony, slouched-down-in-a-seat-with-twizzlers-and-roasted-pecans-in-my-lap self was suddenly larger than life on the jumbotron for all to behold. Of course I obliged and laid a big one on the hubster for all the adoring fans, but my humiliation is now set in the annals of my personal history.
At least I wasn't picking my nose like the old guy earlier in the evening, or the woman who noticed herself on the mega screen and mouthes "Oh Sh*t" and refuses to kiss her husband. I may be fat and ugly, but boy howdy at least I'll play along.....
me in like 1983, screwball as ever
I think there's prolly another makeover in the wings, one that involves this 42 year old bod and her habits when showing herself in public. Boy, I'm just full of inspiration today.