About an hour ago I was sitting here at the computer much like I am now, only I was a mess. A complete and total wouldn't think I was a married adult mess.
From head to toe:
My hair was nasty, my bangs in my eyes and in need of another coloring.
My face was in need of a clay mask. Still is. Can't hit them all.
I was pretty stinky.
I hadn't shaved or moisturized in a while. My legs were like an enchanted forest of hair on a scaly, dry patch of soil.
My feet were very dry and scaly and looked like they needed power sanding.
Thankfully Josh was equally stinky and dirty so he didn't notice. But I did feel like a bit of a failure. So I have colored my hair, used my pore refining face wash, shaved, moisturized, deodorized and pumiced. I am in much better shape. Except...
Judging from what my hair looked like while slathered in ColorSilk I may have to start liking Marilyn Manson and break out my old bottle of black nail polish. This goo was less Medium Ash Brown and more Guest on Goth Talk. So I await the results once my hair dries.