Today is my 40th birthday and I woke up feeling great. It's an oven here in the Garden State so all intentions for having a great hair day and flawless make-up really went down the drain. The more make-up I applied, the more ran down my face. The beads of sweat on my upper lip formed a clear mustached that rivaled any Mexican cowboy. So off to work I went- late again, with a natural "smugged" eyeshadow look and my feeble attempt at a messy chic bun.
The fruit salad that caused my lateness was a hit, along with the bagels and veggie cream cheese.
Coming home was even better...my entire family waiting for me with birthday wishes and Carvel ice cream cake. Sweeeeeet!