I hit up Meijer late this afternoon with TC.

Brother offered to watch FoH while we went. I was all business the second we stepped foot in there. My scribbled list on a ripped envelope, my game face on.

I don’t mess around when it comes to stepping foot in a grocery store. I want in and out as fast as possible. I’m going for minimal pain.

I hauled through that place. I was feeling really good about myself. Because, well, 1. Hauling and 2. random people kept smiling at me. I love random people smiles. They bring The Happy.

When I caught up with TC, he looked at me sideways and said, what in God’s name is THAT on your face?

People. Listen. If it’s one thing I’m hyper aware of, it’s something that might be on my face. Because, well, 1. It’s my face and 2. How in the hell can I NOT not see something ON my face?

I quickly found a mirror and saw the black stuff in question on the side of my jaw line. I still have no idea what it was, though my best guess is dirt, from watering the flowers. But I don’t get HOW I got dirt on my face. I don’t even remember any dirt near the watering can.

Ah, the greater mysteries of life.

See. Do you SEE what has happened to me here, People? Pre-baby me never would have spent her entire day walking around with black stuff dirt on her face.

Post-FoH me believes her random People are smiling at her when in actuality, they’re trying not to laugh out loud.

I think I’m really starting to fall in love with post-FoH me. She lives in oblivion on a lot of fronts. I think it’s serving her well.