Monday, December 30, 2013


You know what has turned out to be the invention to trump all inventions?  Mascara.  I'm not kidding.  My day would have been a total loss had it not been for the mascara.  I had a weeks-worth of stuff to do on this very day.  Was feeling overwhelmed.  Took one look in the mirror and let out a jump 'n shriek.  I looked like iguana crap!   It seemed I couldn't begin, let alone continue.  But I had to begin.  And I had to continue.  Because that's what we do, don't we?  We begin and continue, then begin and continue again?

(We being me and you in our various person "roles."  We – you and me – are downright awesome because we give it a go even when we don't want to.  Holla!)

It was after the shriek and jump that I decided that maybe today would be a good day for some makeup.  So I retrieved the makeup sack – adorned in gold lamé – fished out the Estée Lauder Double Wear – also adorned in gold lamé – then commenced the ritual du mascara, which is begin-and-continue with the help of a magic eyelash wand.  Begin.  Continue.  Begin. Continue.  I repeated this ritual until my peepers looked just like Tammy Faye's.

My day was saved!

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***Today's post is brought to you by, and dedicated to, the one and only Blake Murray, of whom I've not seen since high school.  Blake sent me an e-mail asking about this here blog.  I read that e-mail and said out loud, "I haven't a thing to write about!"  Then mascara saved the day and I had something to write about.  So I guess mascara saved the blog too.

(Sorry Blake!  It's all I got!)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Right on! Rabid Runner returns. Cheap alliteration I know. Appreciate the shout out. As always - enjoy your posts.

High school Blake