I'm blogging from the mountains of New Mexico, where my family and I are snowed in. The roads are closed. Neither the snow or the sense of claustrophobia will let up. Hoping to be able to go home on Sunday.
I'm greatly encouraged and warmed by the outpouring of sweetness from you guys. Thank you. Sincerely, thank you.
There was a flurry (ha ha. snow humor. indulge me.) of traffic from Pink Truth. For those of you Pink Truthers, welcome. Since you are interested, here's the lowdown on my Mary Kay Pink Past: I was a consultant. A very very BAD mary kay consultant. Money was tight, I thought it was a good idea to spend a whole bunch on inventory. It wasn't, as it goes, but oh well. I learned a lot through my experiences, and became a more confident individual during that time - whether it was Mary Kay related or not is unclear to me now.
Once I gave my sister and mom 'facials' at the dining room table. After one product - perhaps the concealer - her face broke out in bright red spots. My mouth gaped. Mom said, "Washitoff,washitoff,washitoff, WASH IT OFF!" And she did. But her face burned and hurt and she did not look especially her best after that experience, and that is putting it very nicely. I quit a little while later.
Soooo. Um. I'm down to my last two Diet Cokes. We have diapers and milk and food, and a guy brought us toilet paper earlier. But TWO diet cokes is clearly inadequate.
Deliveries of 12 packs by any means at all greatly appreciated. Thank you.