This morning I rooted around in my makeup basket for my undereye concealer. Applied and then looked a little more closely in the mirror. The hell? I sparkled. A lot. Turns out that the little Wet & Wild tub of loose glitter I had purchased for daughter's Tinkerbell costume had become partially open and spilled all over the outside of all my makeup containers.
Since glitter is notoriously hard to remove I ended up going to preschool looking like a day old hooker. I've actually heard that a sure fire way to tell if your man's been at a strip club is to see if he has glitter on his clothing. It's impossible to wipe off and the strippers always wear it. So I like to think that my new look added to my special preschool-mom mystery allure. Emphasis on "special".
In my rush to get out of the house I left the tub of glitter on the back of the toilet seat. Doing this is the equivalent of going camping in bear country and wiping down the outside of your tent in peanut butter. Daughter beelined for the glitter and promptly dumped it all over the outside of the toilet seat. I did my best to get it off but I think we're all going to have shiny hienies for quite some time. Sparkly spankers. Glittery gunnysacks. Shimmering Sh..Ok I'll stop now.