Last night Monika wanted to check out the lipsticks in Sephora so we stopped by. While one of the women helped her find some shades, I was approached by this bubbly and hysterical makeup artist. She dragged me over to the Lancome section and told me that we were going to “play” with their products. Frenchie (that’s her name) gave me this spiel about not being familiar with this line of makeup and she wanted to have some fun with it. So, who ended up being her guinea pig? That’s right, me. What was supposed to be a quick stop turned into an hour of me getting my makeup done. I had nowhere fun to go once the makeover was finished, just home to the husband and mountains of laundry. At least I looked great while cleaning the house. Needless to say, I came out of that store a little bit poorer and Monika didn’t even buy any lipstick. I blame you, Monika.
