Little Brother spent last week at soccer camp, so he got a bit of sunburn on his nose. The other night, he was rubbing the spot that was starting to peel, and I offered to let him use one of the very few Actual Cosmetic Items I happen to own: exfoliating facial wipes.
“Go upstairs and get the pack of exfoliating wipes off my dresser,” I told him. “It’s green. Take one out and rub it on your nose.”
He tried it, then came downstairs to tell me that the “exhilarating wipes” really worked!
(Those things really do work for peeling post-sunburn skin. They leave it nice and smooth! And that’s why it’s a success, because I figured that out all by myself. Repurposing FTW!)
I stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts yesterday to get an iced coffee. (My name is Barb, and I’m a Butter-Pecan-aholic.) While I was standing in line, I heard someone yelling my name across the store. It was a group of eighth-grade girls, who came over to give me a big hug and asked me if I’m having a good summer. Substitute teachers get hugs–who knew?!
That was sweeter than the butter pecan in my coffee.
Little Brother’s theater camp schedule is perfect: I can sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiide into church for the 9 AM Mass at just about 9:02. But I can get there. And I am grateful for that. My day goes so much better when Mass is part of it.