I haven't been home all day, and I'm heading out for a big IMAX night on the town in thirty minutes, so please pardon the brief and flippant nature of today's gratitude. I promise that tomorrow's post will be a great deal more thoughtful and heartfelt.
While at the hair salon this afternoon, I took them up on the offer of a free make-up touch-up (an understatement if I've ever heard one, since I had none on to begin with). The make-up artist (her term) kept exclaiming what "perfect skin!" I have. I was not aware of this fact. How have I gone through more than forty years and no one has made me aware that a part of my body is perfect? I wish I'd known!
In light of this new information, I would like to express my gratitude for my perfect skin. Or perhaps for all those teenage dermatologist appointments. Or perhaps for the make-up lady's effusive load of s**t. Whatever the case, with her boatload of products and applicators, I don't need to hide in a dark theater to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and I look like myself but better. It's all good.
I am also grateful, in advance, for the babysitter and rare night out with my husband. Now that the grilled cheese is on the table, I'd better run up and find an outfit commensurate with my superb skin.