At least I won't be wearing head gear

Please forgive me for typos. I'm blogging on my Ipad.
At present, I'm in Michigan for a leadership conference for Bethany Christian Services. Tonight I went to a meeting where the following phrases were bandied about--percentages, overhead, federally funded grants, budgets, legislation, inter country adoption, and synergy. Individually, I understand what those words mean. When used together in sentences by people with titles like CFO, COO, and President, I find myself completely lost in an Adam Sandburg skit wanting to shout "Like a Boss!" at really inappropriate times.
I knew this coming in. That I would be the artsy adoptive Mommy in a sea of corporate workers, a foreign exchange student to brighten everyone's experience. So I packed appropriately: black pants, snappy heels, subtle make-up, FABULOUS jewelry not purchased at Target. To represent stay at home Moms as a whole. To show up and say, "We're here. We're snazzy. Get used to it."

Ummmmm....

Instead, after the aforementioned meeting, I finally got to go up to my hotel room and unpack. And I forgot my friggin' toiletries bag. Say it with me---- Mother Effer!! And all my make up and cute Ann Taylor and Stella and Dot jewelry is with it, hanging in my bathroom in VA.

I asked if there was a CVS nearby. No, however, the front desk lady assured me she had everything I needed. She handed me a razor, a fine tooth comb, deodorant, toothpaste, and a circa 1950s toothbrush. Jokingly, I said, "Um, do you have any Ambien?" She did not laugh.

Winning.

So now, instead of being fantasy Elizabeth--snazzy and smart--I'll be 7th grade Elizabeth. Frizzy and zitty and in the back row.

Augh, crap. I guess this is just how I roll...