I survived

I survived a month of beauty ugh. OK I really didn’t do much it’s a lot more work than I thought it would be, but I will have to give myself two thumbs up for being such a good sport. The results? Drum roll please….I got several compliments, my favorite was “Sharla you are gloriously glowing”, and my husband said he liked my toenails umm OK honey I will have to work harder for you, and then there was one awkward moment when my father n law was yelling at me to hang up the phone and when I started to speak he realized it was me and not his 15 year old daughter, so woo hooo I got mistaken for a teenager who happens to be gorgeous—love ya Danni. I of course didn’t mind him giving me orders and teased him about bossing me around, but it really embarrassed the heck out of the poor guy, and my niece thought it was pretty hilarious. As far as my little black dress we will see this weekend when I take my husband out for our 11 year anniversary . . . OK it’s not our real anniversary but we still celebrate the day we first met.

OK I seriously doubt I would ever wear anything like that out in public, so I will have to find a way to squeeze in a candle lit dinner with work and three kids and mountains of house work. Heck anything is possible now. Oh and hopefully I will find time to cut my hair before this weekend.

As far as me becoming a gorgeous woman, we’ll see. I honestly didn’t mind the candle lit bubble bathes, massages, and pedicures and manicures, but as far as all the other crazy things you lovely ladies do to always look perky and flawless I will have to pass—for now, but I haven’t given up on that dream of stopping traffic and rendering my husband speechless—It’s just have to wait.

Here is my bathtub of beauty. I may not look like a woman but I sure do know how to shop like one. Geese with all this crap you would think I would be silky smooth and flawless, but problem is I try it once and put it under my sink and there it will stay until it meets it's fateful death in the trash never used again.