Oh, how ready I am for this trip. I told my coworkers and boss all about it - why not, they all read my blog - there really is no way to keep it secret. I went today and got a great haircut, got my lip waxed, have packed half of my dresser and most of my closet. I've procured rides for my kids to soccer and scouts, written pages of instructions for teachers and careworkers, bought groceries and lunch tickets. But you will know me, not by my gorgeous clothes, my pink and white polka dot suitcase, or my business cards.
You'll know me by my cold sore.
Yes, ladies, I have another cold sore. This makes three in three weeks - yes, I've taken possibly illegal amounts of Lysine, done a round of Abreva and Valtrex and coat my face hourly in Denavir. Despite all of this, I still look like a leper.
So, don't worry about your pasty white legs, dorky clothes, unshaven pits or the like. Everyone will be so busy staring at the blogger with perpetual cold sores that it'll take all the attention off you, and you can feel free to relax.
And yuck. Anyone have a spare burqa?