I owe you an apology. I know better. You look a wreck and it is all my fault. I could blame the stress, old age or diet. In reality, we both know it is the crappy makeup and skin care to which I have been subjecting you. Truth be known, we both feel the difference.
Back in the day, the “gift with purchase” was to me, like Everclear to a sorority pledge. I had no idea what was going on until my defenses were down and I had no favorite. I loved everybody– Lanc*me, L@uder and Clini&ue; (sounds like a law firm); everybody was welcome. I couldn’t wait until the next “Beauty Event” and hung around the mailbox to catch the invitation when it came. Yet there is not a 12 step program for those who NEED the feel of the good stuff.
No one cares. It is only you and me, and I am sorry for how badly I have treated you. I promise to only treat you with the tender loving care to which you are entitled. I promise never to put that horrid base, that feels like cream of mushroom soup, on you again. I promise only to call you clean when I have used at least three steps. Not because Three is magic, but because I want to be deliberate.
Yes, I have read the awesome book. I know what the author says. I feel I can make us all happy. But it may take some time. I am sorry you have been the one to pay the price. It should have been me. Please give me a second chance, Face.
What is the best thing you ever did for your face? What is the worst?