the (mis)adventures of jenna

I was just in the bathroom trying to apply some makeup to a rather unfortunate blemish that I acquired on my chin. After fixing it as good as it’s going to be fixed (there really isn’t much improvement, but I feel like there is) and coming back to sit down, I noticed that I had a large blob of concealer on my shoulder and, of course, I am wearing a white shirt.

Somehow while applying my makeup some flew onto my shirt.

“OF COURSE!” I huffed. “I have makeup on my shoulder.”

Smirks and snickers all around…I have an infamous reputation for getting the most unusual things on my clothing. (This is why I carry a Tide Stick everywhere I go.)

I busted out my Tide stick and began rubbing it vigorously onto my shoulder. It was cold and wet. I now had a large wet spot with a tannish dark spot in the middle - the makeup was going nowhere.

“Be careful of those Tide Sticks, they go bad and then they start smelling horrid,” someone told me.

This did not sound like a good prospect, so I examined mine carefully to see if it had a “Please Use by XX-XX-XXXX or this Tide Stick will smell like death” notice on it, but it did not. So as it stands, I’ll just have to keep spilling stuff on myself in order to get my money’s worth out of my Tide Stick before it goes south and smells like rotten rodent.

FYI - there’s still a tan blob on my shoulder. I couldn’t get it all out…bad angle.