See? There I am, all gussied up in my fabulous boots, ready for a day at the spa.
They say that looking good is half the battle, right? So with no where else to go, I fancied myself up and showed up three minutes early, talking myself right into believing this would be as good as a day at the spa.
Why did I trick myself into thinking this thought?
THIS was my only friend.
There is not much dignity in 'rinsing and spitting,' but when you have to do it in front of two other people with your mouth all numb, the dignity of this act rivals giving birth.