Unfortunately, it turns out tree farms are lacking, ironically, in shade.
I woke up this morning looking, as Kid described, "like a dog tore off your nose and then put it back on". Which is also a good description of the pain I'm in. Particularly awesome, since we have a fancy Easter dinner to attend.
(Keep in mind the flash is washing this picture out... it was even more horrendous is person, if possible)
Thank God, I had kept that tube of foundation the makeup artist used at my wedding (yes, that's the first and last time I ever wore any)... I really wasn't sure how I could show up anywhere looking like a red & white raccoon.
I might die of botulism, but at least I don't look like a complete freak anymore.