Me: (getting home for the day) Oh my god, this day was so utterly ridiculous! First of all….
Ryan: Why do you have glitter on your eyes?
Me: I couldn’t find my regular eye shadow so I wore an older one I found on my dresser that is sorta shimmery. Anyway, [blah blah blah work sucks blah blah blah]
Ryan: You’re going to have to stop. I just can’t take you seriously with the glitter.
Me: Listen to me!!!! [Blah blah blah people suck blah blah blah]
Ryan: You’re sparkly sparkly.
Me: You aren’t listening! [More blah blahs]
Ryan: How about if you do jazz hands when you talk? Sparkly sparkly…. jazz hands.
Me: Anyway!!!! [Some more blahing]
Ryan: Shouldn’t you be singing?
Ryan: Like in a Broadway play. You should be on Broadway because of the jazz hands and glitter.
Me: How about we listen to me for 5 minutes!
Ryan: I am…. I just hope you aren’t saying anything too important, cause I’m having a hard time hearing you over the spirit fingers.
(Let’s get this straight, there is maybe 3 specks of glitter on my eye lids and the majority of my make-up has fallen off hours ago.)