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Sometimes it's more important to be human, than to have good taste. ~Brecht

My sister-in-law goes into labor 5 1/2 weeks early....we get in the car bright and early to rush to be with family.....rush...grab jeans, grab shirt, put dogs up......ugh black shirt- now black shirt with lots of dog hair...whatever....rush....no time to straighten hair....frizz.....see the whole family to celebrate new birth, but probably look like death......

Husband's grandfather on his last days....rush to drive to be with him.....rush home from work...throw clothes in bag....what on earth did I pack to wear?.....Oh, don't forget medicine- and tissues-have sinus issues causing lovely red eyes, hence the lack of eye make-up...live in Mississippi= humidity= more hair frizz....rush....kinda sweaty now...really should change...not feeling my best physically, and a tad emotional on top of that...Ugh- am I about to start, too?...try not to get car sick....barf breath is ultimately unattractive....

I find myself concerned that the past few family gatherings, though both very impromptu, I have not looked or felt my best. But the moral of the story is: Sometimes it's more important to be human, than to have good taste. My presence at both occasions was far more important than my appearance. When we all look back nobody will remember that I was frizzy and laced with dog hair...but that we were all there together...not judging but leaning together.....