Today has not been a good day. I won't bore you with the details of my domestic drudgery, but let me give you this example of give up to demonstrate how low I've sunk.
I went to Super Target with unbrushed hair, no make-up (except for yesterday's mascara residue), and wearing an army green skirt with sequin detailing (missing some sequins, of course), brown tank, white sports bra (actually it's grey, but it started out white), and a long powder blue sweater because despite the oppressive heat I will not flap my bat wings in public.
I looked like a turd rolled in glitter and dead leaves, dressed in a decrepit old sweater stolen from a homeless person. I'm quite sure I smelled like a homeless turd.