You know how they say that a woman goes immediately downhill after she says "I do"? Well, my friends, I fear the worst has happened. I'm not exactly gaining weight like a fat kid in a bakery (only a matter of time), but I am... getting lazy.
I work from home so I usually look like this from dawn to dusk:
(That took a lot of ovaries to share. Talk about a whole lot of attractiveness coming your way.)
Typically, if we aren't going going to be seen by the general public, I have a hard time making myself presentable. I mean it takes a lot to get ready in the morning. Shower. Blow dry. Straightener. Make up. Make up. Make up. It's not exactly an easy five minute slap-some-DO-on-the-BO process that guys do (Good heavens, that would be nice).
So why would I exert all that energy if Grahm is the only person I'm going to see all day? I mean he did marry me. He's kinda obligated to stick around, no matter what kinds of hideousness my face goes through.
Poor men. We deceive them into marrying us by always wearing cute clothes, fixing our hair, and disguising our faces. Little do they know, the hoodie-wearing, skipping-showers-way-too-frequently troll man living inside of us comes out post-wedding. Maybe this untamed beast is making up for lost time. After all, we have been masking slob city for like 23 years. It's time we had a break and let loose, right? Especially since we've already tricked a poor sucker into believing we're actually good looking.
Grahm is a doll, and of course, would never say anything about his ogre-looking, hygiene-questionable wife. But lately, I've been feeling a little guilty about my laziness.
I think I need to change my attitude from "Rats-nest hair, don't care. No one's going to see me today" to "My hard-working husband is about to come home and see his hot (not so much) mess of a wife. Maybe I should attempt looking like a normal person for his sake."
Me thinks this is a good idea. (This is me stroking the beard I just shaved off of my face.)