Makeup. I got it.

With a WHOLE day to spend doing whatever the fuck I want (well, I should be cleaning and trying to sell some the mountains of junk around here that Teh Geek and I seem to secrete, but whatever), I ended up cleaning out an old makeup bag.  Which resulted in me spending half the afternoon sitting in front of Dr. Phil (Seriously, never watched that shizz before, but he was talking about mail-order brides, and our new neighbor down the street's getting one and I'm all like "maybe I'm jumping to conclusions here and completely misinformed about this whole process, so PLEASE DR. PHIL-- FILL ME IN ON THE INFORMATIONS!")

So, yeah, never watching that shit again.  Not my thing.  Is he even a real doctor? 

Back to the story, though.  Watching Phil, and was like "I haven't done full makeup in forever!"

I usually do minimal eyes and lips, screw foundation and heavy shit.  I suck at it, and it just looks goofy.  So, with overstuffed bag in hand, I plopped down to goth out while 65-year-olds claimed they were 45 and truly, madly in love with these 22-year-olds they'd never met, but they must be wonderful because they're eastern european and ALL eastern european women are perfect.  DAMMIT, I NEED TO MOVE TO TRANSYLVANIA OR WHATEVER SO I CAN START BEING PERFECT!!

Right as I'm putting the final touches of eyeliner around my cheekbones, Geek calls.  Turns out the office is going out for dinner, and he's picking me up soon.  Oh, and I'm also in a bridesmaid's dress that I'll be shredding for a zombie ball this weekend, but that's another story.  Shit.  Want to be all "Surprise!  I'm gothy and pretty!" but he'll probably be in a hurry.  Well, DEAL WITH IT, GEEK.  YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT WHILE I TAKE OFF MY MAKEUP AND BECOME PRESENTABLE, that way  I can jump out and surprise you with how lovely I am today.  And remind you why I should be a stay-at-home wife.  Dammit, I really need to move to transylvania.  And then I can be a trophy wife, rather than the consolation ribbon I am now.  At least he entered the contest, folks.

Anyone else have days like this?