The other day my sister was busy with a hair client when it was time to pick up her little girl from pre-school, so she sent me an emergency text to go pick her up.
I ran to my car and drove to the school assuming she would be waiting outside and no one would have to be graced by my unsightly appearance.
Alas, she was not.
So, bashfully, I ran inside to grab her and quickly made my way back to the car.
As I was buckling her in her carseat I heard the very words I most dreaded at this time...
It took me longer than it should have to turn around, as I tried to figure out a way to deny my name and presence, but I still hadn't unpacked my invisibility cloak, and I realized it was no use; I was caught.
The rest of the ironic conversation went something like this,
"Ashley, I just have to tell you, I read your blog all the time and you're just so cute all the time..."
Hahahah, yes, me in my snarly high pony, oversized Beatles shirt, greasy unwashed, unmake-uped face, stinky breath, and barefeet, was talking to a blog reader as she told me of my omnipresent cuteness.
Perhaps our encounter was a bit of a reality check for her...
Well, there you have it ladies, I am not alway ready, and when I am not, I can be quite ugly.
Just goes to show you what a little eyelash curler, and a well put together outfit can do for a homely human.
So if you ever see me, and I look like I haven't showered in a few days, just know that I told you so.
Now, if only we could have run into a reader when Marcus and I were dumpster diving.
That would have really made my week...
(just so you don't worry about us, we needed a box for a little project, I promise we aren't starving or anything)
And on that note, you should watch this: