It’s okay. I also forgot deodorant yesterday morning, so I made sure to waft my funk all over her.

And I was exercising artistic license regarding the make-up and hair. There was no make up, to begin with. AND OH GOD MY HAIR. Do I GAF? Nope. Because my son cuddled up with me when we got home and proceeded to spend an hour telling me why he loved me so much and I was the best mom in the world.

So she can eat a dick.