January 08, 2011
In the last month and a half, I have "lost" THREE under eye concealers.
Not just one, not even two, but THREE.
What are the chances?
Nobody seems to know the whereabouts of these precious little pots of age-erasing cream.
I am starting to think I am going mad.
Maybe I am doing something with them in my sleep.
No, I am not crazy. I am NOT a sleepwalker.
You would think at least one of my many daughters would know a little something about the whereabouts...
No. Everyone in my house is innocent.
It's time to call a family meeting.
They cringe when I call a family meetings such as this one.
It's always my last resort.
EVERYONE sits on the couch, I give a little schpeal on honesty, and then a moment of silence for the confessor to come forward.
What if no one comes forward, you ask?
We sit and watch the Ten Commandments. The ENTIRE four hour movie.
Or until I give up and go to bed.