Chase's nose is still running, which means I'm not getting much sleep.
So I dragged myself to Starbucks this morning to meet a friend.
I was totally disheveled. Greasy hair pulled back in a pony tail.
Big glasses to hide the bags under my eyes.
I realized when I arrived that Chase had decided to wipe her nose all over my shoulder - it looked like a snail trail.
It's a pretty picture, I know.
But then I looked around, and I noticed that most of the people were not looking their best. One gal with bleached hair and dark roots had pulled her hair back, but it wasn't smooth - it was all over the place. Two guys looked like they had been studying for a test all night. A third woman was wearing sweats and no make-up.
Maybe I had just hit the "morning crowd," the folks who role out of bed and head for coffee. Or maybe I'm going to the wrong Starbucks.
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