Today while visiting with my grandmother, she suddenly interrupted me and in a concerned voice asked -
Alcoholly: Darling, why don't you wear makeup?
Me: Ummmm.... (Not sure what to say since I was wearing makeup, just not as much as she was, evidently.)
Alcoholly: Dearheart, you have children, so you obviously got a man somehow. You owe it to Erik to wear makeup.
Me: Okay. I do...
Alcoholly: (Interrupts in a condescending voice) Please wear makeup, sweetheart. Okay?
This is the second time in a week that someone has accused me of not wearing makeup when I was. I'm starting to think that I am either a) really ugly and no amount of makeup will help or b) I don't know how to do my makeup. (Those are probably both partly true.)
In all honesty, I am really enjoying visiting with my grandmother. We went out to lunch today and she told me stories about her youth. I found out why she never married a man of her own faith ("the Jewish men are all fat and ugly!") and her thoughts on Obama ("can't trust him").
If only my self-esteem didn't have to take such a beating. Thanks, Grandma, for the advice. Erik don't leave me. I'll wear more makeup.