For Christmas, I leave you with this:
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.