Didn't think I'd fall prey.
Never, in a million years, did I dream I'd be tap-tapping in the morning. And sometimes in the afternoon. And again before I go out at night. And - come to think of it - I must have been waaaaaaay more worried about turning 50 than I ever thought I was.
Listen to the conversation I had with Ponzi just about a month ago. . . a few days before my birthday. . .
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Me: You know that make-up you left in the bathroom the other day?
Ponzi: Yeah? Because, believe it or not, ever since Trigger's departure (yes, Trigger - remember her?) anything left on the bathroom counter is a memorable experience. . .
Me: Well I tried it, and I actually kind of liked it. Did that come from one of those stores in The Mall? You know. . ."The" Mall I won't go into?
Ponzi: Yeah Mom, it's the tap-tap make-up you always make fun of. It's from Sephora's.
Me: Well can you go there. . . and get some for me. . . like in disguise?
Ponzi: Yeah, I'll get you a starter kit for your skin tone. It'll be my birthday present to you. Only you'll pay for it!
Me: How much will that be?
Ponzi: Oh, not much . . . . like $50 or $60 or something.
Me: Well, that's quite a present to myself. . . but a lady only turns 50 once. . .and goodness knows your sisters won't be buying me anything. . . but Ponz?
Ponzi: Yes?
Me: Tell those make-up Nazi's in the store you're buying it for your sister. Whatever you do, don't tell them it's for your 50-year-old mother, 'cause then they'll either laugh you out of the store, or try to talk you into buying all kinds of other stuff. . . . like . . . . for old ladies. I don't look like an old lady, do I?
Ponzi: No, Mom, of course you don't.
Me: Good. . . that's why I had you. . . . now hurry up and run along to The Mall so I can tap-tap tonight before I go out. . .
oh. . . and the starter kit came with a dvd. What sort of numskull would give a dvd to an old lady, who - very clearly - can't operate her family's entertainment system without the help of a teenage daughter? And, furthermore, what kind of self-respecting female needs a dvd to show them how to apply a little makeup? WTF???
