Pieces of Me...: True Story Tuesday

Some of you may remember this pic of me and my little nephew from a while back. It was my I Heart Faces entry for the self-portrait challenge. I didn't win, but I did get a lot of sweet compliments from some of you about my bright red lipstick. Flashy, I know. That's why I don't use it very often. But something really bad happened the other day that would put an end to it once and for all. It some how made its' way into the hands of a three year old. Of course, the one minute I turn my back to relief my bladder, is the one minute he reaches into my purse and decides to go to town with my fire engine red lipstick. And let me tell ya, that little red fire engine goes a LOOOONG way. I walked out of the bathroom to find Bob The Tomato starring back at me. Yup, he was red from head to toe and all in between. What had happened to my little fair skinned guy? I knew there had to be more flashes of red somewhere. So I went on the hunt, but I didn't have to go too far. As I made my way into my bedroom, my jaw dropped to the floor.

Not the comforter......!!!

YES....THE COMFORTER!!!!

Have I told y'all lately how much I LOVE Shout?!!! Never in million years did I think my lip staining lipstick would ever make it's way out of this mess. I thought my NEW comforter was on it's way out the door along with the empty tube of lipstick.

I haven't seem Bob The Tomato since that dreadful day. Hopefully, that was his first and FINAL appearance.

WARNING: make sure you keep your purses up high and out of reach of little aspiring tomatoes.

I know. Y'all are wondering, "Where are the pictures." Well, the thought did cross my bloggy head. Believe me. But I decided I'd better get busy fighting The Tomato stains and leave the camera alone for once. After all, I had a BIG job ahead of me. I now do regret not picking up the camera, but nevertheless, this is an image that will never be forgotten.

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Today I was visiting my friend Mimi and reading her True Story post. She had found a creepy crawly in the shower with her and to top it off, she was pregnant! Can you imagine finding a bug in the shower with you and having limited vision due to a BIG, PREGNANT BELLY?!!!!

Her story reminded me of a time when I found something taking a shower with me. I was just minding my own showering business when I look down and saw a LIZARD!

It was just sitting there looking straight up at me with it's itty bitty eyes. There wasn't much I could do. I was right in the middle of my showering, with shampoo in my hair. I didn't want to spray water on him and cause him to run around in a frenzy. And there was NO way I was gonna stomp on him. EEEUUU!!! That would have been GROSS!!! All I could do was finish my shower. It seemed like the LONGEST, most CAUTIOUS shower I had ever taken. I felt so violated. But, to be honest, he seemed more scared of this 5ft tall giant than I was of him. Poor little guy. I started to get attached to him, but only for a moment. I finished my shower and OUT I WENT.

I thought about scooping him up with a newspaper, but then I got discouraged thinking he would panic and get loose in the house. So rescue had to wait until help arrived from work. When my husband finally made it home, I told him about the peeping lizard waiting to be rescued. He marched into the bathroom only to find nothing. The lizard was gone. "OH GOOD," I said. "He must have went right out from where he came."

A few days later, my husband was sweeping the bathroom and lo and behold, who did he discover under the shower mat? Yup, the little lizard. He had tried to make his escape and never made it out alive. Poor little lizard. :0(