OT: How I Became a Bad Geisha
My skinny, nuerotic sister and I have a standing arrangement to exchange work for each other. One weekend I will help her paint a room, the next time she will come over and help me move furniture, I help her write her resume or upgrade her computer, she comes over to do yard work, etc. We've been doing this for a couple of years. It keeps us in contact, makes the work easier and it's more fun to do it together.
My sister, Candy Cosmo, complains that I have 80's hair and need to style it more so last weekend I went to a very trendy salon and had them redo my look. Then I asked Miss Cosmo to color it for me and show me how to style it. Last night we were supposed to go to dinner with our Mom and then go back to my house to work on my hair. After dinner (it's now about 9:00), Candy asks if we can go back to her house instead because she's neurotic about being at home and hates to be away from her kids for any length of time. She assured me that the kids would be in bed and not be a distraction so off to her house we went. Not only were all the kids still up, but my 9 year old niece was having a slumber party. My brother-in-law was in pre-adolescent hell.
Candy announces to the girls that she's going to dye my hair and asks if they want to help. Oh God! We all pile into the bathroom, including my 3 year old nephew. What happened after that was hysterical. While my sister is applying the dye, my nephew decides to do my makeup. He's smearing eye shadow all over my forehead and blush on my nose. The girls decide to give me a pedicure and start taking turns working on my feet. Mind you, they're not touching anyone's feet with their bare hands (eeeeewwww) so they're wearing hospital latex gloves. One of the 9 year olds who's mother takes her to the salon for French Tip manicures and to dye her 9 year old hair took charge and led the daunting task of making me beautiful.
After the hair was dyed and styled, they took turns applying make up to my face. Now mind you, They didn't remove what the person before had put on, or even the war paint my nephew had applied. They just kept adding layer after layer. I had 6 layers of foundation, eye shadow, lipstick, and eye liner. My toenails were various layers of colors as they couldn't all agree on one color. And they thought I was BEAUTIFUL. They were so proud of their work. After the girls left the bathroom, I thought my sister was going to wet her pants laughing. My brother-in-law choked and sent Mountain Dew shooting out his nostrils when he saw me. I looked like a Geisha had been attacked by a band of drug crazed paint salesmen. I started to wa**** off, but realized the girls would be crushed if I did.
After thanking the girls profusely for all their wonderful work, I drove home very carefully. I was not about to get into an accident and I was afraid that if I got pulled over, I'd get a ticket for being an ugly transvestite.
Connie
You are such a good sport! You should have taken pictures and added it to your profile! That would get people talking! Tee hee! I love it - a Geisha attached by a band of drug crazed paint salesmen. Too funny!!!
You crack me up - thanks for the chuckle (OK - more like a belly laugh!).
Have a great day, sweetie! It's always fun to read your posts!
-Wendy