So, after posting that quest for a cure earlier, I went downstairs to join my family for dinner. The minute I sat down at the table my dad said, “Ugh! Your face is really breaking out bad again, Bri” Thanks Dad. I hadn’t noticed.
My dad is a great guy, but is about as mature and respectful as a 15-year-old boy. I don’t know why he feels the need to make comments like that sometimes, but he does…a lot. I was already in a pretty negative mood and having him say that the minute I sat down did not help. I yelled at him, yelled at my brother for laughing, ate alone in the kitchen, told them both to (finally) clean the kitchen for once, and ran up to my room. This was definitely one of those “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days”. After sulking in my room for a little while I got a text from my best friend Hilary with a picture of homemade guacamole telling me to come over and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I slapped some comfy clothes on, spackled my face with concealer, and practically flew over to her house.
Hil introduced me to the show “Bethenny Getting Married?” tonight and I love it. Her husband is so gosh darn cute and nice and I had no idea what a funny person she actually was. I spent two hours at her house and then started to feel sleepy so I moseyed on home at 11.
I am still awake now (no surprise since I haven’t been able to sleep at all for the past week) and planning out my walk for the morning. I am hoping that starting the day out with a very long walk will cheer me up a little. That…and a tasty breakfast of course 🙂