The Wee Hour

It's 1 am in the morning and I should be asleep. Except I'm not. I've been laying up there like an owl staring into the dark unable to will myself to fall asleep. Steroids do that to me.

Steroids, you ask? Yes, Steroids. To reduce the inflammation from the killer ashtma attack that was brought on by the Head Cold from Hell. I am better. I can breath once again. Sleep...well, that may have to wait until I'm done with the 'roids...in 3 days.

So I'm laying there in the dark thinking about stuff. About how I haven't been out of bed long enough to write or read at my computer. And feeling sorry for myself. And then I remembered my eldest daughter. I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot or I would forget by morning.

My daughter made a serious grooming error. The kind of error we tend to make when we are teenagers.

Like when my friend Rosemary shaved off one eyebrow by mistake. Quicker eye brow plucking not always giving the best results.

Or when I cut my bangs but forgot that I had curly hair. I wore a bandanna for 6 weeks to cover the hairline fringe of fuzz I had created.

And my poor daughter, who in an ill planned attempt to heal a sty plucked out most of the eyelashes from her right eyelid.

So sad.

So damn hard not to giggle. Just not cool to do it where she can see me.