Humble Thyself

Or if you can't humble yourself, God will do it for you. I thought I was just having a bad day yesterday. You know, one of those "I never should have left the house" kind of days. Wearing high heels I had to coordinate carrying a heavy box while using an umbrella and flagging down a taxi. Soaking wet I attended a meeting where I was the featured speaker. Then while unbuttoning my pants to get my laser treatment I found out that they had to cancel it because I'm taking oral antibiotics. Thank you adult acne. My post work trek took me an hour and a half and three modes of transportation. Apparently the CTA was having a tough day as well. I was having one big fat pity party for myself all day yesterday. I knew that my reasons for pouting were weak. But I have PMS! Everything is a personal insult and exaggerated by 234% when you have PMS. Crawling into bed last night I finally said "Yes God, I know, it's not about me. I get it. I GET it."

Apparently He REALLY wanted me to get his point and made sure I recognized it today. Let's just say that I may be sporting a little scab under each eyebrow. Topical creme and eyebrow waxing do not mix. Again, thank you adult acne. I had my own walk of shame from Spa Nordstrom back to the office . Watch this be the week that an agent calls me in to audition or meet the potential love of my life. All I can do is laugh and realize that this will make one funny story...in about 5 months. There is one question that I cannot answer: which is worse? Having Josh Hartnett eyebrows or scabs forming on your eyelids?