Ok, I use the term 'celebrity' loosely here.
I dragged myself off to the brand-newly opened Co-Op this morning to buy milk and diapers. I say dragged not at an exaggeration, but that is exactly how I felt. I did manage to shower, but my hair was just wet and drippy, and only the bare essentials of cover-up on my face. Not even lip gloss to make my pasty lips look hydrated.
As I was about 2 items over the express check out, I made way for the regular line up, because I am afraid of confrontation and did not want an ugly scene from any snapper cashiers. I've heard of such things. I'd rather wait nauseously in the regular line while someone elses kid screams and I pray that at least there is enough staff to bag our groceries today for a quick getaway.
As I look ahead of me I saw Suzanne Fox in line with her husband. You may not have ever heard of her, but I see her every morning on Breakfast Television. Local, for sure. Celebrity, matter of opinion.
At that moment, I gave a small sigh of relief for my totally non-celebrity status. No one cared whether my hair was done, or tried to get a look at what groceries I was buying. Or was paying attention to how nice I was to the cashier. Not that I was doing any of those things.
Although she did look pretty. And she was nice. And she was buying bulk toilet paper.
p.s. I thought she would be a lot taller in person. Tara and Dave must be midgets.