This afternoon, I decided that I would get some Christmas shopping done. Right after lunch, with tea in hand, I checked my blog reader, and Rug Hooking Daily then I showered and quickly blew dry my hair and fluffed them up a bit to make them appear thicker than they are. I used a little bit of liner around my eyes, no makeup or lipstick, just trying to look half presentable in public in case I meet someone I knew.
I find that when I take off my glasses to put on some eye liner I have the hardest time to see what I'm doing, it's awful.
When I was younger, I would roll my eyes at the OLD LADIES who smeared eye liner to make themselves look prettier only to make a mess of their application. Now it's my turn. Why am I telling you this? Well I haven't slept much lately. For one thing I go to bed late and get up early and wake up several time during the night so I don't get a restful sleep. Now I have noticed bags under my eyes that really make me older than I am...
I was ready to leave the house. I went in the office to put my computer to sleep when I noticed that I still hadn't dealt with my pass port renewal application. So I thought that I would take care of that first and then go shopping for a bit down town instead of at the mall. I stopped at the photographer and got my pass port photo taken and of course he asked me to remove my glasses and to have serious expression.
Although it was very busy in the shop, the photographer had my pass port photos taken within a reasonable amount of time. A little wait and he gave me my passport photos. I put on my glasses and took a look at my picture. Oh... Lord..., I couldn't believe how terrible I looked. I had to look twice. I told him that I looked just like a criminal. He laugh and said, I have a whole computer full of photos of people that looks like criminals. I paid him my $20.00 and thank him and wish him Merry Christmas.
I went further down the street to the pass port office and gave them my pass port application and my old pass port. In no time I was done because my application was already filled.
It's neat how they punch tiny holes right through the passport to void it.
Anyway, while in the Pass Port office, I got a call from my son who needed a vehicle to get to the bank because the truck was gone. So another change of plan. I drove up the hill and I picked up some nuts and raisins at the bulk store and stopped to gas up on my way home and came home without shopping for gifts. But that's one more thing done that I had procrastinated to do. So I'm happy. JB