We were driving in the car to a homeschool meeting tonight. I was talking non-stop because I had to speak and I was feeling paranoid and jittery.
And my husband stops me in mid-sentance and says, "Oh honey, I think you have something on your face."
And I'm sure that he just didn't want me to stand in front of a bunch of people, already thoroughly self conscious and nervous, with something smeared across my face. I always worry I've got lettuce (ha, more like brownie) hanging off my front tooth or something.
But then his face changes...and gets red...and he looks away embarassed.
And I realized that I don't really have something on my face that needs to be wiped off. It's the Zit-that-will-not-leave that, again, I think I have covered with enough concealer to, you know, conceal it! But which obviously has not done the trick.
I am SO not telling him the next time he has to speak and his fly is undone!