So last Wednesday I went home early feeling sick. I made it through lunch with the kids (the chaos time) and then left.
At lunch, Flick looked at me and said, "Sam, SAAHM, where is your happy face SAAHM?"
I told her my happy face needed panadol.
(Not strictly true, all my faces are non-responsive to panadol except my fever face. My happy face needed Nurofen).
So I went home, took Nurofen, went to bed, got up, and realised I only had 2 nurofens left.
So I took them, and headed out to buy more.
On the way I saw... Haison, who works nearby. I waved, because in my doped up state I thought, "Oh, random Asian I think I know. Must be from church." Two steps on, I realised that that was HAISON.
Thank goodness my happy face had plenty of nurofen, because otherwise, it might have been my angry, punching face he would have seen.
On the bright side, he didn't recognise me. After all, he hasn't seen me since before I got glasses, let alone a head-covering.
And that, my friends, is a good reason to have a Happy Face.
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