Behold, “nekkid facedness.” And some flu bug that won’t quit.
Because, honestly, why do we care? 8 out of 10 human beings don’t notice if we have lip gloss, underwear or sanity in place on any particular day. (My dogs notice the underwear if it’s not there, only because it probably means they’re dragging it around the house or through the mud in the backyard like a dead squirrel.) I’m over the Yoplait girls. They probably look like this in the morning too.
Behold the dear writer pals who invited me to invite you into the realm of “nekkid facedness” with them:
Sweetney
Her Bad Mother
Oh, the Joys
IzzyMom
Mrs. Flinger
Motherbumper
Mamalogues
and
My beloved sweetie Redneck Mommy, who would have made me pee my pants every single day had we gone to high school together
and
The Mater, my hilarious and beautiful mama, who thinks we 30-40somethings have a lot to learn, and I tend to agree, except, you know, when I don’t and I drive her CAH-RAY-ZEE. Which is frequently.
Sweetney has a cool Flickr site for this very purpose, but man, Flickr is not giving me the love, so I am forced to post here. Sorry, Sweets.
The best thing about this exercise for me, well, I had too many cold and flu meds this morning, so WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IN GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT FASHION IS THE BEST THINGS ABOUT THIS FOR ME ARE
1) Realizing, hell, we’re all pretty damn cute—not by our 20-year-old-self standards, but by our current self standards—decaffeinated, unpimped or unprimped first thing in the morning, topical acne meds aside.
2) Getting to meet some of these other writers. Hellooooooo! I sneeze into a separate cushy tissue for you each! In honor! Achhooooo! Yeffff! I do!!
3) This really wasn’t very hard to do. And I’m going to tuck that away in my bra (when I find my bra again) and smile. Maybe there is grace at work, amid all this so-called aging.
Other bloggers participating who have Flickr issues, give me a shout-out and I’ll happily post your link to you and your glorious nekkidfacedness. I am just having trouble finding all your links in my flu haze. And for the record, yo, I think we’re all groovy beautiful anyway, all “eat your vegetables” and “brush your teeth” and “yes, I do smell bad today and someday you will too.”
We are Those Women. That is Real. Real is good.
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