Here's to keeping it real.
One month from today my age will have the number five in it.
A two unfortunately will not come before that five.
So what am I to do?
I still sometimes think that I am right out of high school, or at least college.
That maybe I am just the nanny of the wild kids that I cart around.
Perhaps that is what happened when I bought these sunglasses.
But I have an excuse. I have worn huge sunglasses since before it was trendy to wear them. The reason is two fold. I have a GIANT face and head, and I am basically a mole when I go outside in the daylight hours. "It's too shiny!" Is a phrase that I seem to say so often that even Lulu will bust it out on occasion.
So, right before we were leaving for Kauai, Favorite Sunglasses A went missing and Favorite Sunglasses B broke. I had about 5 minutes before I had to pick Halley up from school and stopped by a local surf shop that I had bought normal sunglasses from before.
My have things changed.
My choices were:
Neon,
neon,
neon,
neon,
or this green-blue pair.
I could have gone with the neon, but I refrained. I thought these were normal enough. I loved the shape at least, and could find a way to deal with the color.
So I took my mole self back to the car, strapped Lucy in and put them on my huge face. My eyes were so happy. I don't even know how I had driven to the store with the amount of squinting that was going on.
But then I looked in the mirror.
Realized that I was not a teenager anymore. Felt like a dork. Didn't even wear them to grab Halley. Too embarrassed.
Jason the ever encouraging husband told me that they were great. (Could have something to do with the $10 price tag, or the fact that he works with Jr. and Sr. high schoolers.) So, I became a bit more confident in my choice.
Until my friend saw me.
"Fun glasses. Kindyl has those."
(Kindyl is twelve. I am not. Not even close.)
So, if I showed up in these would you still talk to me? If Halley and Lucy were teenagers would they be embarrassed of me?
Favorite Sunglasses A just turned up.
Should I go back to them?
Then there is this.
Look closely at my ear.
I got this done a billion years ago when I was visiting friends in Berkeley. I suppose that I am lucky that this is the worst thing that I did while I was there. Back then it was fun and edgy. Now it is just.... weird and lame. But for some reason I have a hard time letting it go. Maybe because I don't know how to take it out. It will probably involve pliers or a trip to the nearest piercing shop. Either way, it has to come out within the next month before my C-section. The question is, do I put it back in?
We went to Disneyland today for the re-opening of Small World and to see the holiday magic.
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