Mornings Lately Are A Nightmare In My House. Fact is my grown daughter lives with me (seems I don't own the market on this) and has 'morning issues', most of which involve getting UP and OUT of the house. (Understatement). She just got a great new job (hallelujah). It involves a new big commute to NYC from the suburbs (and involves me right now to help adjust her circadian rhythm. Horrible sport.)
Raising her as a single mom has blurred the lines over the years as to when we act like Mother/Daughter vs Girlfriends. (Mothers yell)
Girlfriends 'borrow' each others things. "Daughters" think they have a birthright to 'take' all their mothers stuff.
This morning my daughter stole my new stick deodorant. She must have been bored with her own 'blue spray deodorant'.
I figured it out while rushing to get dressed for my own day and was running around saying bad words looking for it. Fed up with looking for it I just grabbed her blue spray on one. I knew when I sprayed it the smell wasn't what I expected. My newly shaved underarms were shocked too.
Happens when you spray hairspray under your arms.
You can use your imagination for what came out of my mouth after what came out of that spray bottle.
And that my fellow babes is how you start your day with Finesse!
Delusionally Young & Yours,