Sometimes we just need a good chuckle….
Yesterday, while I was getting ready for church — in other words, while putting my face on — my phone suddenly chimed, which completely startled me and I ended up sticking my mascara wand in my eye.
(My apologies to the three people who have already heard this story. Keep reading. Part 2 follows!)
A few seconds later, my eye started to water.
And a reddish brown tear rolled down my cheek.
I freaked out.
I had visions of an ER visit, followed by probable vision problems, followed by medical bills followed by financial ruin….
And then I realized that the mascara was brown. I was crying mascara, not blood.
But wait- it gets better….
This morning, when I went to grab my hairbrush from the cabinet, the mascara apparently saw me coming and threw itself to its demise — or at least, attempted to. I was able to save it from certain death.
Apparently, the mascara can’t take the abuse of being stuck in someone’s eye.
Poor, demented mascara….