"Your what?" my wife asked as she peered above her laptop, surprised.
"My ah ... makeup?" I replied.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
My well practiced smile cracked, the confidence I'd spent the past week building, quickly deflating. At that moment I had two options: I could soldier on and stick with the plan, or I could backtrack and attempt to play the whole thing off as a bizarre joke.
Had I known where it would lead, the strange adventures I'd have, I wouldn't have walked away, I'd run.