Last week I did some volunteering. And as all volunteers know, you don’t always have a clue as to what you’ll be doing when you show up to help. I did have a clue, but I still didn’t know just how the day would go.
It went like this: glitter. Several volunteers were in charge of glittering up some decorations for a future soiree. (It’s a good cause.) Not only was glitter involved, but so was glue. And by the time I left the venue, I was glued and glittered all over the dang place. My arms, my legs, my face… At one point, I went to the loo and found glitter in my underpants! I’m magical and all, but not that magical.
Anyhoo, after an intense scrubbing and a round of Goo Gone, I was finally glitter-free. But I’m still finding it around the house, and heaven help the car in which I caught a ride. Its passenger seat looks like a unicorn had been there. I doubt it will ever be the same.