I am frustrated tonight.
1. It is impossible--literally IMPOSSIBLE--to surprise my husband with a gift. Without fail, he either finds the gift or the receipt or the packaging, and he's not even looking for it. It makes me never want to buy him a gift again. Just a minute ago, I heard paper crumpling and then Ryan said, "Kan Jam?" in a confused voice. I stormed out of the kitchen, and, sure enough, he was staring at the receipt, which I thought I had hidden carefully in my purse. Too bad he went through my purse looking for a different receipt. I told him I am going to return it, and he's not getting a birthday gift.
2. It is like 200% humidity here in Buffalo. The sweat constantly dripping down my face and back is enough of an annoyance, but that's not where my true frustration lies: I am most frustrated about my mop of hair. My sisters, unlike me, are good at hair and make-up. They always have been. As fate would have it, they were also both born with naturally curly hair--which is incredibly easy to style, especially in humidity. Get out of the shower, scrunch with moose, and voila...perfect. I, who cannot manage a round brush or a flattening iron to save my life, was born with the straight hair that turns into a nest of fly-aways in humidity. Does this seem fair?? Even a pony tail looks terrible because I get wonky curls at the very front.
And so, I think I have forever given up 1. buying gifts for my husband and 2. styling my hair. Lucky man.