"Nah," he answered. "Just put a little makeup on it, and no one will notice."
"I already did that. This is what it looks like with makeup on it."
"Oh. Hmm. Well, that's okay. Zits happen."
18+ years of marriage, you'd think he'd know better. You'd think he'd know to at least say it didn't look that bad. Sigh.
But I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing it, because two of my patients canceled at the last minute, and one didn't bother to show up, leaving me with only two on my schedule at either end of what should have been a busy day and countless hours in between, for which I was not making any money, to twiddle my fingers. Because apparently my time is not as valuable as theirs. One of these was a repeat offender, and one was a new patient who I had accommodated by working her into my schedule. Sigh.
But none of it mattered in the end, because the same day all this happened (yesterday), the deal closed on my MIL's house. So it's finished. My husband and his sister managed to close the sale. Or I should say that my husband, the agent and the escrow gal, managed to close the sale on the house without my SIL sabotaging it. And THAT, my friends, is not only nothing short of a miracle, it's a HUGE relief. One less stressor in our lives.
I'd do a little happy dance, but that would be obnoxious. So if you imagine me doing the dance, please imagine that it's cute, and not clumsy and nerdy, which it surely would be.
Thanks for the dancing stick figure, Google Images!