…brought to you by summer, camping and the fact I’m hungry and considering making a s’more in the microwave. Also, there’s nothing photogenic around the house right now (I’m pissed at Jazz, she chewed my FREAKING LL Bean slipper so it’s unwearable which makes her WAY far from cute to me right now):
I also can’t see very well right this second since, for reasons unbeknownst to my conscious mind, my subconscious mind decided it would be a good idea to ram a mascara wand into my right eye about five minutes ago. Maybe it’s trying to tell me something, like my eyelashes shouldn’t be brown. What the hell is it about mascara application, anyway? You’re hovering millimeters from your eyeball with a pointy stick thinking, “must…be…careful…” and then WHAM your internal wiring has a hiccup and you have Maybelline black/brown on your cornea, your eye is watering all over the place and you have to re-do the whole freaking concealer process.