The Karaoke Queen smeared me with a face mask yesterday. From the advertising copy for the Avon Clearskin® Color Changing Mask:
“It goes on blue...when color changes to white, you’re done! A cool, refreshing tingle lets you feel the deep-cleaning action. Lifts away dirt and oil, and leaves skin with a healthy and refreshed glow.”
The Queen’s trying to do something about my wrinkles. I kinda thought the wrinkles were the proof that I really have the blues.
“You see this one on your forehead,” she said. “It’s really deep. You worry too much.”
I’ve got a lot to worry about.
Scary picture, huh? Reminds me of the old days, when I performed in white face. (Sorry, but I don’t have a picture.)
“You ought to shave off that beard,” the Queen said for the thousandth time. “It would really clean up your look.”
“Yea, but then you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between my face and my butt,” I answered. “How would you like that?”
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