It’s home week here at the Magpie & Muttonfly household–neck up, if nothing else. My hair has been drying exceptionally big and my face is breaking out. To add insult to injury, I awoke yesterday morning to the unmistakable tingling on my upper lip. Cold sores are so wrong, on so many levels.
That said, stray greys, crows feet, and the occasional age spot aside, I totally look like my teenage self. It’s positively unnerving.
I’ve got to admit, if I were to take a dip in the fountain of youth, big hair, breakouts, and cold sores would not exactly be my features of choice. Skinny ankles, perhaps; bright, dewy skin, definitely; thighs that kept their distance while walking, yes please. But this? No, thank you.
Oh well, what can you do? Except maybe hide out until this particular predicament passes.
Perhaps I’ll just go with it. Perhaps I should just pull my hair to the side in a scrunchy, throw on the jelly bracelets and leg warmers, whip up some peanut butter popcorn, and watch 17 Again–all while working on a Rubik’s Cube, naturally. After all, I do so love a good theme; a good theme makes everything better …