Smilers wear a crown, losers wear a frown

This week I was dumb enough to schedule my tattoo getting one night and laser hair removal of the thighs the next. As I was laying there last night I was thinking cripes I have set myself on the other side of comfortable this week, haven't I? Self-induced discomfort is the worst kind. This is not a poor me, it's an idiot me. Ha!

I spent yesterday walking with my left arm really close to my body and modeling a one shoulder bra look since I can't pull the strap up on the other side. Does this sound like something a 20 year old or nearly 40 year old would do? Combine that with the lack of makeup and stretching of dry shampoo hair days and I'm looking like Gracie Hart before Victor Melling gets his hands on her.

Here's to a weekend of being back on the good side of comfortable. Enjoy!