I'm not necessarily a forgetful person, but this morning I forgot to put on make-up. Who does that?
Granted, I don't wear much make-up - a little concealer, eye shadow, mascara. But still. I was on my way to work, and hit it me: "I feel naked." And my face? It was naked. Ew.
I thought I looked rather boring when I looked in the mirror this morning, but I shrugged it off as, " Well, you are boring," and let it go.
It reminds me of that one time in eighth grade that I forgot to put on a bra. And I had to go to gym class. And change my clothes. And all those other girls? The ones who don't buy cotton bras from ShopKo? They had their bras on. And there I was. The Girl With No Bra. Or Boobs.
Or that other time that I went home on my lunch break, and because it was 904 degrees out, I immediately took my shirt off when I got home. What? I was hot. I fully intended to put the shirt back on after I finished lunch and headed back to work, but sure enough, I finished my lunch, grabbed my keys, slung my purse over my naked shoulder and headed for the door. Until I grabbed the door handle and realized, "Hello, I do not have on a shirt," immediately retraced my steps back to the bedroom, grabbed my shirt and put it on. At least I had on a bra.
So I thought I'd let you guys know my face is naked today. And it makes me feel funny. But I did wear a bra. And a shirt.