It seriously hurts. SO. DANG. BAD.
It hasn't hurt like this since I got married and plastered that this-is-the-happiest-day-of-my-life smile across it to fake out all my friends and family.
It hurts because of a video.
Originally I was laying here by myself in a blissful state of slumber, until about 11 p.m. when my son burst into my room and flipped on the lights.
"Martha's on the phone!" he shouted.
Martha is my ex-door neighbor from my old hood in Hawaii. She lived ten feet away from me for nine years. Now she lives three hours behind me.
"Martha! Martha! Martha! Why on the deuce are you interrupting my beauty sleep?" I shouted. (I plagiarized that line from my mother-in-law.)
As it turns out, her twins made a video for my video contest and she wanted me to watch it. So watch it I did. (When Martha talks, people listen.)
Luckily I went to bed wearing terry cloth wrist bands--they come in handy when you need to wipe sweat from your eyeballs. but they can't quite wipe a smile from your face.
Hence the reason MY FACE HURTS SO DANG BAD!
Jimmy and Nana, who also lived ten feet from me for nine years, made a super RAD video, starring all of my favorite peeps in Hawaii. As if that wasn't cool enough, they also got John Mayer to sing my favorite message from the universe underneath the video.
Be still my stone cold heart.
LY Jimmy and Nana! If I win, I'm bringing all my kids to Hawaii to give you guys a shaka.
So the voting will run Mon-Fri next week. You can still enter a DEB-e for SAM-e video into my contest until Sunday night. The two videos with the highest number of votes will each win $100 cash from my generous sponsors (who I will introduce to you when the voting begins).
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I gotsta go put my face to bed.
P.S. I just woke up and now my heart hurts. That darn Martha did it again.