Time: 8:28am

Number of Hadley freakouts this morning: 7

Times I have wished I could throw in the towel, change my name to Kelly and move downtown to an airy loft with no sippy cups or toys strewn all over: 2

Deep breath.

Yesterday was delish as usual. Free time is a total and utter luxury. I love my children, don’t get me wrong, but in order for me to be a patient sweet mama I need to refuel…frequently.

I had a dermatologist appointment in Kirkland and the office was straight out of “Dr. 90210”. I was loving it. For some reason I thought dermatologist’s offices were filled with zitty teens but this one is dermatologist/cosmetic surgery. It was a referral from my doc. I have to laugh that their website is greatlooking.com. All of the Mercedes driving, Botox injecting society ladies were flipping through mags on either side of me dripping with jewelry and sitting erect, probably because their faces were so tight. I smiled as I looked at a magazine not reading but eavesdropping on the 85 year old woman at the front desk complaining about her face lift. She had a southern accent and was pleasant enough but you could tell she was annoyed as she was leaving for London soon and “wanted this fixed.” She said it like it was a rip in her shirt that they could just sew up quickly.

My nurse’s name was Elliot, a name that I love for a girl, and I proceeded to barage her with questions about the secret world of Dermatology. I was frantically searching my brain for reasons to come back if not purely for the people watching. I was there because I had a mole that needed to be checked. Boring Boring. I grabbed a bunch of pamphlets on Botox to pour over later. I casually mentioned my run ins with zits lately and was lamenting to the woman how it was debilitating to be an adult with…gasp! acne. She smiled and said “it’s not acne. It’s perioral dermatitis. (note: the pictures on the website are worse case. I DO NOT look like Pizza Face Sally) Oddly, I was delighted to be diagnosed with something as I thought it was just another thing I would “have to deal with”. She suggested Tetracyclene but after seeing the look on my face facing yet ANOTHER pill (that would make 11 a day) she wrote out a perscription for a mild topical cream. Then she froze off this mole on my shoulder, which turns out is an age spot (what the??). She kept calling it an “age spot” too and then referred to it as a “barnacle”, a word that I hate. Emily K. has threatened to scrape the thing off herself but she needn’t worry anymore.

After my appointment I settled in on a bench over looking the water with my coffee and proceeded to call Meg and regale her with every sordid detail of my visit. She’s addicted to her dermatologist so I knew she’d understand.

I had to return a few things at Nordstrom after my appointment and while walking through cosmetics, I see this striking girl/woman. 6 feet easily, slim, cool jeans, fab belt, cowboy hat, and cascading dark hair. The cowboy hat and the fact that she was screaming on her cell phone are what initially what drew my eyes to her and after about 2 seconds I recognized her. I felt triumphant and like Brandon Moynihan, who recognizes EVERYONE. He’ll look at someone and tell you that there were in a US Bank commercial in 2003. It was Julie from America’s Next Top Model. She was the one who when asked why she wanted to be a model she said “I want to get into fashion merchandising so I thought this would be a good way to do it.” Janice Dickenson ripped into her an then she was cut. There was a little thrill when seeing her which quickly dissipated 8 steps later as I strolled past the Clinique counter. They’re not really even celebs. That’s probably it too seeing as the two that I have seen are the only ones from these here parts.

I have more to say but Wendy Whiner needs her mama as she keeps dramatically throwing herself at my feet crying about wanting “some dinner.” (at 9am)