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I had a revelation today.  Are you ready?  Here it is: cheap mascara is, well, cheap.  Yeah, I know, earthshaking.  I realized this as I’m standing at the bathroom mirror applying what feels like the 30th coat of mascara to my teeny weeny little lashes trying to get them to stand out the least little bit.  I bought the least expensive mascara the other day in an effort to save a little cash but, I’ll tell you, it was not worth the $2.39 that I saved.  No luxurious, curved wand.  No rich, thick mascara just waiting to make my eyes the center of attention.  Just a teeny little brush with a teeny little bit of thin black goop that ended up getting all over the place.  Huh, I guess you get what you pay for.  Word to the wise: do not skimp on cosmetics. They are the only things that make you not look half-dead.

On a totally unrelated note, Tater is still sick and now The Mommy is sick too.  Blech.  Not fun.  She doesn’t seem to be affected by the runny nose and occasional cough.  She’s happy as a clam!  The Mommy, on the other hand, is fairly miserable.  Add to the equation that my neck and shoulder are tweaked from lugging around the 20 pound sack of potatoes that is the Tater Tot, and you have a recipe for Cranky Mommy.  Season with bitchy to taste.  Serve hot.