goodnight, sweetheart

Not terribly recently I picked up this in the $1 bin at Target:

You know what's great about it? On Saturday mornings when it's 10 am and I'm not really awake yet, I don't even know that I'm shamefully lazy even though our east-facing bedroom window is just pouring the sunlight into my face. You know what else is great about it? When I do finally wake up, and I push it up onto my forehead and pull on my silk robe and ring the bell for my butler to bring me breakfast, it's so comfortable it's like I'm not even wearing it. Cough.

However, maybe the mask is throwing Sam off (because I look so glamorous while I'm asleep now) because lately he's been waking up pretty angry at me because he believes that I'm either waking him up in the night to practice my Russian or that I'm a CIA agent who's trying to poison him. Either way, every Russian or CIA female I've seen is smoking hot. So yeah, even though he pretends to be angry, really he's just absolutely enamored with me my mask. 

I recommend getting a sleep mask. The lazy woman's makeover.