What you say or think may come back and bite you. I know. It's karma. The other day I was with a bunch of ladies enjoying lunch when one of them was asking me if that was so and so or what ever her name was. So, of course I knew and of course I had to show her that I knew. I have been a bit smug about how much better I have become at remembering names and faces. Must be all the blueberries I eat every morning. I never used to be good at names, but I think I must try harder now because I don't want to get the reputation as one of those senior ladies who is always having more than her share of senior moments.
So yesterday, I planned my morning on being ready by one for the Avon ladies party. I wanted to be sure to tend especially to my grooming, as I knew everyone would be looking at each other's results of the creams and makeup they had been using. Of course, one doesn't want to look over groomed either so you don't look like you tried too hard.
So I plucked my eyebrows, touched up my toe nail polish and filed my nails. Right at 1:00 I headed out the door,as I wasn't going to seem too eager to get the early arrival prize she had promised. I walked down the front walk to the sidewalk and stopped, turned around and headed back into the house, to Michael's surprise I might add. I had suddenly remembered that the Avon party was Thursday not Wednesday.
Good thing I caught myself before I got to her house anyway. Ouch that karma hurts.
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