Is not like rain on your wedding day.
It’s when you wake up more tired than when you went to bed. So you apply some slap in the hopes of thinly masking your bags. You couldn’t be arsed washing your hair so liberally applied dry shampoo, a loose pony and unhealthy amounts of hair spray will do. You wear your cheap sack frock from Asos and a hidiously expensive French Connection waist belt to make yourself feel better.
The result: a grinning husband (isn’t he really the best?) and more compliments from random colleagues than when I truly make an effort.