Yet Another Reason Why I Will Never Wear A Tiara

Getting ready for bed last night, I remembered that the lotion bottle on my nightstand was empty.  Time to grab a new one from the closet.  So I pulled out a new bottle and tucked myself into bed. 

The older I get, the drier my skin gets.  If you had told me that ten years ago, I would have laughed out loud.  But it's completely true.  So I have lotion everywhere.  Two in my purse, bathroom, bed side, kitchen, desk, sewing room and so on.  I just hate the feeling of dry hands.

I also coupon shop.  I say that to note that I happen to have several bottles (er...like 4 months worth) of lotion in the closet at all times.  But there are a variety of brands.  So the bottles are all different colors and shapes. 

OK so I am in bed and I reach for the new bottle of lotion.  I slather it not only on my hands and arms, but also all over my face and neck.  And while the scent is nice and the thickness seems good, it's also very sticky.  Like too sticky.  Like it's not drying sticky.

I grab the bottle to see what kind of lotion I bought only to realize it's not lotion.  It's body wash.  I just got into bed with nice, freshly cleaned sheets and slathered liquid soap all over myself!

So out of bed I popped, careful to touch as little as possible, and stumbled into the bathroom to wash off.  And then to the closet to find some actual lotion.

This, my friends, is why I will never be Kate Middleton.  I am fairly certain that a princess would never slather her face up with body wash while laying in bed.

I mean seriously, this is my life.  Stupendously ridiculous.  With a lovely fresh scent.