Unfortunately, one of the side effects of small town life, is that when you need to obtain Pond's cold cream at 9:30 at night, it is simply impossible to get. Shops are closed, and the convenience store in a neighboring town doesn't carry that sort of thing, although they do land office business in 10 packs of aspirin. Middle Daughter doesn't wear makeup improperly enough to need it (and is too young and blessed with great skin to use foundation and all that jazz), I don't wear makeup myself (not even for my own wedding), and the stuff we use at Halloween is water based, so we didn't have any on hand.

Definitely laugh first, then commiserate. Certainly that is the order in which Beloved Husband and I handled it last night, although we kept our mad!face masks on until she was back in bed and out of earshot.

Then we spent some time wondering how our lives seemed to have run off the rails into broad farce, because, you know, even exceedingly well-behaved and earnest Eldest Daughter managed to throw a poop into the stew when she was small! But that's another story...