Sexy Beast

OK, I know I'm supposed to be updating The Toxic Tour, but I just had to share this with you . . .



This is my normal uniform for working in the shop with Bee.  Sexy, no?

This is made infinitely worse by the fact that the respirator I am forced to wear (damn dust health risk!) for four hours is, I think, not helping my skin any.  So I am breaking out particularly badly around my jawline.

For this reason, I have taken to spreading Aztec Healing Mud around my face to act as a barrier between the sweat-inducing Damn Respirator and my filth-attracting skin.  As a result, I end up looking like this (except, you know, with eyes):

AND, if you look really closely (which --  honestly -- might be a terrible idea), you'll note the angry red lines on either side of my nose and across my forehead.  Those are pressure lines from the Damn Respirator and the Stupid Goggles, both of which must be worn uncomfortably tight around my head to allow no gaps for dust access.  Because, should ANY dust AT ALL get through the Stupid Goggles, the dust will immediately get into my contacts, thereby putting me out of commission for a good twenty minutes as I attempt, with painfully streaming eyes, to remove said dust from aforementioned contacts.

Now, although I always make sure to wash the Aztec Healing Mud from my face, I don't often get the chance to shower and change before picking up Mr. C from daycare.  Also, those angry red pressure lines usually take a good half hour to go away.  Which means, basically, that I look like a total bum (not to stereotype) when I pick Mr. C up from daycare and continue on to the library, bank, and other assorted and sundry errands I find necessary to perform afterwards.

Bee: "Holy sh!t!"

Oh, yeah; I look gooood.

P.S.  If you can see Bee's shirt, the groom in the drawing is frowning, and the caption is 'GAME OVER'.


Oh, lucky, lucky man.