Despite a bounty of mama wisdom from the blogosphere, I threw caution to the wind and tried once again to take getting ready to a place just north of a baseball cap, some deodorant and mascara. I wish I were posting something more like this, but I am not. Singe, I mean, sigh*.
*Trust me when I say the wound is much angrier and fierce looking in person. What can I say, I’m a writer not a photographer.