For Christmas, I leave you with this:
I am on my way to bed. Wearing a beauty-potioned-filled Jason-Mask that’s supposed to make me purtty.
Kenny’s in bed. He’s going to roll over and see this face. I laughed out loud in the bathroom when I saw myself with this on, and imagined his surprise / shock / horror-movie-moment when he rolls over and sees me.
I had to wear it tonight, because for the past 14 nights I had been applying a “system” of beauty and after the final night, you’re supposed to wear this magic-soaked mask for at least 15 minutes, and tonight – Christmas Eve – is that night.
I shared the ridiculousness of this with you, Reader. It’s your gift. You’re welcome.
One thought on “The Magic of Christmas Eve”
That is rather disturbing. Is Kenny still alive or did you scare him to death?
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