Beware the Dog | ||
2003-07-09 || Mary Kay gives me the creepycrawlers | ||
I went to Old Navy on my lunch break
today because the co-worker that I dog-sat for last week gave me a gift
certificate.� I bought a sweater.� Light blue.�
Thick-ish.� I am wearing it right
now because it is always freezing in my office but so humid
outside that I have to wear sleeveless shirts and then freeze at work or else I
die walking the five feet to my car after work.� I love the sweater.� I
love the co-worker.� Gift certificates,
well they just plain kick ass.� And
rock.� And whatever cheesy 80s term you
would want to insert there. Walking through Old Navy I felt a bit �. I don�t know �.
Drab.� I was going to try on a bathing
suit but I just felt so dumpy.� This
isn�t uncommon.� I often feel dumpy and
drab and on special days like today, I feel both.� As I was going to replace the suit �. C�mon, I might be dumpy and
drab but I am respectful of the great men and women that work in the retail
industry �. a very pretty, blond, make up-y woman approached me and I swear to
whatever G-d that you believe in said, �Can I tell you something?� You are very well put together.�� I shit you not.� She said that to me.� As
my jaw dropped and I glamorously replied, �Well, that�s a very strange thing to
say to me.�� She tried to recruit me for
� get this �. Mary Kay! I have to tell you I am frikkin� amazed that someone would ever
try to recruit ME for Mary Kay.� I put
my eye shadow on with my fingers, cut my own hair, pluck my own eyebrows and
have no idea how to apply concealer, base, foundation or blush.� At all. I assured the woman that I was flattered.� I am.�
But I am not right for that.� I
would be a waste of many people�s time and I am thinking that at times in my
life, I already have been. Seriously.� I have been up
to my ears in dog diarrhea for the last week.�
That isn�t Mary Kay.� That isn�t
glammy.� That is me. My Doberman, Atticus, had explosive diarrhea Monday and I spent
the day cleaning, pepto-ing the dogs, throwing away all the carpet and rugs in
my apartment.� The week before I had
diarrhea and a rash and a fever.� The
rat terrier, Papi, threw up the Doberman�s weight in dog food and other random
items and tid-bits the same night that the dobe had diarrhea and my sister�s
poodle seems to be getting a tummy ache as of this morning.� Can�t wait to get home tonight.� When would I have the time to tell someone about makeup?� Why would I? Creeepy. 2 comments so far before & after |
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