Friday night is usually our homemade pizza night, but since Michael is going to a conference tonight, I decided to let dinner cook itself. Sort of.
Pot roasts were on sale this week, and we didn't eat it earlier in the week, so tonight was Mr. Roast's lucky night. And fortunately for me, pot roast night means about ten minutes of assembling in the morning, and very little work come 5:00. This is always a good thing.
So I'm chopping my onions into wedges, tossing them in the pot... and the tears start a-streamin'. Although I'm usually immune to eau d'onion, this morning was the exception. (Perhaps it was the morning time?) So I did the only classy thing.
I wiped my eyes with my sweatshirt.
Only to discover that the cuffs of my sweatshirt are now streaked with mascara. From last night, of course. I am such a winner.
I am so bringing sexy back.