Family Time and a Zombie?

     The evening was winding down, I had helped finish up the dinner dishes so I figured it was fair time I get ready for bed. I cleaned my face off and decided it was a perfect night to use a sheet face mask.

     After I slapped that on I was lounging on my bed, sitting down to read awhile when I heard my dad stopping at everyone's bedroom doors to ask them to come out for family scripture study and prayer. I'm not sure why, but suddenly I felt embarrassed I'd put the sheet mask on. Boy, was this going to look weird, but why did it matter? I'd had clay masks on my face before and I felt it was no big deal. But no, a sheet mask changes the the whole playing field. No, that's not alright at all. How could one even fathom walking out into their own living room, even in the midst of family (heaven forbid), with a moist sheet mask plastered on their face?

     Sure enough, the wrapping of the knuckles sounded on my door and it was time to take the walk out in the open. Well, one thing's for sure, if no one else cared to show sign they'd noticed, Henry certainly did. He looked straight up at my face, pointed at me and said "What's that?" I brought my hands up near my face and gave him and hushed "Boo!" My efforts rewarded me a giggle and a grin. My mom took a glance at my appearance and I must have been quite the sight, the beginning of the Apocalypse even! I'll spare you the visual aid so you won't share in her pain, you're welcome. See, you know something's weird when your mom gives you a blank face. What am I saying? ANY face from your mom means something's wrong (almost always, just to be safe).
     Unfortunately for Henry, my dad had already started reading so his question would not be granted an answer at that moment. As the family knelt for prayer I had trouble not smiling, because I could hear Henry's squirms on the carpet throughout its duration. The sweet little boy tries so hard to be good and patient! It's so cute it makes me smile.

     He popped back up and repeated again, "What's that?" My mom told him it was, "...something to make her face...?" I'm not sure why she trailed off here, as if the answer is the core meaning of life, so I finished for her, "Feel better." See? So easy. I could've said too make me beautiful...duh, but I refrain from appearing vain as often as possible. I'm such a saint, I know.

     The evening was still a success, even with the apparent visit from the walking dead.

Cheers,

Jess