I have been lied to many times in my life, but a few key times stand out. They are what I would call character building if I had character. I don’t, so I’ll just say these people aren’t on my Christmas card mailing list.
I once mistakenly thought false eyelashes were a good idea.
They were not.
I sat in front of my computer watching a Youtube video, promising me it was super easy to stick that shit to my face and smolder. Not in those words, but that was the gist I got. I followed that shit to a T….and glued my damn eyes shut, but I smoldered like a fucking model while I stumbled around my house trying to figure out how to get them unstuck. I shoulda snapped a selfie to commemorate them sexy lashes, but alas, my eyes were needed to find the phone. It’s okay, I had one of my kids describe how awesome I looked. Apparently, I was a cross between a princess and glittery unicorn. I don’t do that anymore. Youtube is a liar.
I once thought I had sexy super model hair.
I was whacked out on the goofballs from the oral surgeon.
I kept making reference to my husband “taking my roughly against the counter” at the oral surgeon’s office while he was paying out. It was awkward for everyone but me. I kept whipping my hair around like a sassy super model and giving my husband the smolder face. He was uncomfortable by how sexy I was and had to look away from my smolder before he became overcome with lust. Once the goofballs wore off, I found out I was drooling down my face, shirt, and on the reception counter at the oral surgeon’s office. My husband had to turn his back on my several times to keep from laughing in my face, and peeing in his pants. And, my favorite, my hair was a tangled mess the entire day. I looked like a psycho and NOT a Victoria Secret model. The goofballs had lied to me.
According to a lot of people around me while I was growing up, young ladies were not like me, and ones that were didn’t have gentleman suitors.
Young ladies were not garbage-y, didn’t use swear words, actually brushed their hair, and were like princesses at all times.
. It was like I crawled out of a dumpster, and found a family of normal people to terrorize with my uncouth foulness. I was a real life Garbage Pail kid. There was no end to my grossness. I would die alone under a pile of cats and old craft magazines….NOPE. I’m living proof that there are men with weird taste in women and really low standards in both beauty and etiquette. I mean, I did once get a hairbrush hung in my hair and after trying for maybe five minutes to get it free, just gave up and spent the rest of the day with a hairbrush hanging from my head. My mother took pity on me and saved me.
I once believed in Santa Claus.
I still do.
Don’t try to ruin that shit for me with your non-believing bullshit. That’s how you end up with coal and you know it. You’re just trying to ruin it for everyone else.
In summation, Youtube, goofballs from the oral surgeon, busybodies, and people that don’t believe in Santa can all go kick rocks.