I'm An Expert In Denial, But...

Well, yeah, it's red. After it completely dried, there was no denying it:

And apparently, my worried look is easily misconstrued as a seductive look.

Which got me thinking.

I have anxiety and panic disorder, which is exacerbated by...well, by everything. Going out in public results in my face being masked permanently in my worried look.

So I guess that explains the looks I've been getting from the old guys at the mall...

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Nine days and counting. Nine more days before I go back to work. Liam is doing exceptionally well in daycare. He still doesn't drink much, which concerns me, especially with the hot weather coming on, but other than that, he's doing so very well. He sleeps well, loves playing with the kids, is generally happy, and the caregiver is in love with him (duh!).

So, the child care situation is well in hand.

Me? Well, I'm slowly coming around to the situation. I'm trying to do positive things in preparation. Dyeing my hair was part of that, ha ha. I'm going shopping for work clothes with a dear friend on Monday, too. I can't wait! Since losing all that weight, nothing much fits me, not even my old "skinny" clothes. It'll be great to wear clothes that fit...and it'll be awesome to spend time with my friend. Oh! And I'm going to buy some of those whitening strips for my teeth and try that out, too.

I still don't have my letter of offer. Even for the government, this is late. I can't say I'm surprised, though, considering it was over a year between the time I tested and interviewed for my promotion and the time I actually got my promotion.

Anyway.

What are you doing this weekend? We're going to a barbeque to celebrate our friend's birthday and I can't wait to see their baby!

My birthday quickly approaches, as well! I've been enjoying my thirtieth year. I let myself believe that I was sort of on the precipice to being "in my thirties." But I don't think I can enjoy that precipice once I'm thirty-one, can I? Ah, age doesn't bother me so much. And I'm going to order a chocolate cake with flowery rainbow icing.

And maybe I'll get them to put a princess on top. Because you can't get too girly when you live with five boys, right?