so I'm not Freaky Friday-ing today, if that's okay with everyone. I've barely gotten a chance to talk to you. Dang.
As I mentioned in some other what-I'm-certain-was-annoying post, Ned has been gone all week. He was in Las Vegas, and I guess we're supposed to feel sorry for him, but there's something about the ridiculousness and debauchery of Las Vegas that I just love. I remember when I was dating Dick Whitman--and let's talk about how weird it is that I ever DATED D. Whitman--he said if a woman's online dating profile said her favorite hotspots included Las Vegas, he wrote her off immediately.
I understand that, I really do. You'd probably meet a whole Daytona/Las Vegas/Cancun kind of person, which is neither his nor my type, and I understand. But I'll bet Mr. Snooty Art Man never even WENT there, and he has no idea how you can sit and watch people all day. ALL DAY.
But I think I like people watching more than D Whitman, and I have no idea why I'm off on a tangent about Whit and his Dick.
What I meant to tell you was Ned has been gone, and the last time I saw him was Sunday night, and our goodbye was once again like Celie and Nettie's:
Today Ned is back, but then he leaves again today and I hate everything, because he's going away for the weekend with all his man friends, to do men things, with men, because it's someone's 50th birthday. Being manly. All I can picture is a lot of spitting.
Anyway, what I'm saying to you is, that's a lot of No-Ned time, although we've been texting and talking on the phone constantly, and we're having "lunch" today at his apartment before he heads off to the beach to spit.
The point is, I'm trying to blog and put on my makeup at the same time, so here is step one: I combed my eyebrows and put in powder darkener.
Do you like how I promote my blog with my Bye Bye, Pie mug? Like you aren't already here. You can get one, too, you know, for some exorbitant price. I do like mine. The t-shirt got shrinky, but the mug I like.
Undereye concealer, eye shadow primer, a little foundation to even out the red tones. I went to Sephora and had them do Pantone Color Matching on me many months ago. It's free, and it's a little machine that matches the foundations they have exactly with your skin, and then you can pick from there. I chose a Clinique foundation that wasn't very expensive.
I am so excited to see Ned, even if it will be for less than an hour. I did a lot better than I thought I would this week, because it turns out I like my life and don't need him to make it complete, and thanks for the Free To Be You and Me upbringing, mom. It's true, though. I didn't even do much. I went to work, on Monday I tutored my reading person (she told me I could tell you about her, and I wish I could because you would love her, but I signed a confidentiality agreement and it just seems wrong to talk about. But she is the bomb and you would ask for more stories if I told you one).
...I've just added neutral, work-appropriate eye shadow (zzzz) when what I really want to to is pile on some come-hither smokeys. Ned's been gone all week. Dude knows I want him to come hither.
A little eye pencil, the eyelash curler I spent nine thousand dollars on back in the '90s when I had money (hey, refill pads are cheap, and it was worth it.) (Shiseido. I've told you before. I don't even know if they make them. If not? Shu Umura.)
Anyway. This week I've also read this book, and you must run out and get it. I mean, after you've read Opposites Attack by Jo Maeder.
I loved every story and am a huge fan of this author. Oh my god, in love.
I walked the dogs 40 minutes each day, and caught up on my Long Island Medium. Really, it's been a fine week. But I'm excited for the Ned part.