This is going to be pretty short, but I feel the need to spit something out due to my woeful blog-inactivity lately. There will probably be at least one or two significantly more profound posts this evening, but for now...
Most of us learned a thing or two from our moms growing up, for those of you who didn't, I'm sorry. My mom and I don't always get along (I know how shocked you are right now), but sometimes we do and every now and then she tells me something that I actually end up using, some things more than others.
The piece of advice that I use most often, as in every single day, came when I was about 17 and watching my mom get ready for a date night with my dad. As she was finishing up, she sprayed her perfume on her neck, wrists and.... on the top of her head. That's right, the Top. Of. Her. Head. I was as confused as you are, and when I asked her why she did it, she replied, "Think about it, Larra. We're short women, most of the people who walk past us and or are near us are at least a few inches taller, and therefore, their noses are above our heads."