After Pat's dermatology appointment (he has still more sun-related lesions, but that's standard), I enjoyed a relaxed and relaxing day. Went to Acme, changed our bed, did several loads of wash, and stopped over Amy Z.'s (not the same Amy who was my co-chair for the Tricky Tray) to give her my Avon order.
Since we moved here, I've ordered Mary Kay products from Leslie, but they're very expensive and I thought I'd try Avon. Because I don't wear makeup everyday, I have mine for years.
Oh, I know, I know--the media, sellout whores to the cosmetic companies, trump up the idea that you have to throw away stuff because bacteria are just dancing all over your makeup sponge and mascara brush and you'll get some icky infection and go blind. (Didn't that used to apply to masturbation?) I can just see some solemn, self-important, lightweight manikin like Katie Couric soulfully gazing into the camera to urge women to help, help, save yourselves, throw that liquid blush into the incinerator, and rush out to continue to enrich the coffers of Estee Lauder before it's too late.
Pul-lease! Just like the "expiraton date" on medications, that's probably 10 percent legit and 90 percent to make the poor sap consumer buy more crap.
Anyhoo, I've always ignored such idiocy. The reason I'm buying from Avon is that I'm sick of the old stuff and want to try something new, superficial bimbo that I am.
Now what's that on my face? Boy, it itches and it's a little sore, and it seems to be spreading--aagh!