Bad face day
I looked in the mirror this morning and realised that I was having a bad face day. It's one of those days when something just doesn't look right. It's not the hair. Clothes seem OK. I feel fine. No, there's no getting away from the fact, it's my face!
Maybe I should have worn my red lacy knickers. That might have put a sparkle in my eye. Oh well! It's too late now. I'm at my desk, having gulped down the second cup of coffee. I'll try humming, when you're smiling, when you're smiling ....... maybe nobody will notice my bad face.
Maybe I should have worn my red lacy knickers. That might have put a sparkle in my eye. Oh well! It's too late now. I'm at my desk, having gulped down the second cup of coffee. I'll try humming, when you're smiling, when you're smiling ....... maybe nobody will notice my bad face.
posted by Omykiss at 12:22 pm
4 Comments:
oh how I know that feeling. These days I feel that way more often then not.
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You only get these occasionally? Mine come every morning. Shortly followed by 'bad stomach afternoon'.
I get those days too. They usually come with at least one horrible spot. My mum told me I'd grow out of those by the time I was 21. That's the only thing she was ever wrong about!
Those are the days I look in the mirror and think, "How did my mother get in there?"
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