After about a week of cloudy weather, we finally had a sunshiney day.
After about a week of skin to match the ickyness outside, finally it's cleared for me just in time to fill-in Anchor.
If there is a God, big ups. I needed that one.
I rushed home to watch the DVR back doing a 'skin check', hyper analyzing frame by frame to see what stands out more, my big doh eyes or any skin bumps.
Nope, no signs of pimply freak nasty acne. Which I'm sure our viewers appreciate.
Doh eyes, well those I'm stuck with- but I kinda like them.
They make me a look a little more innocent and a little less devilish. The devilish side I save for special occasions.
For about 20 minutes at work tonight me and my cubicle bud 'Marge' watched intently as the Bachelor schmoozed with his potential mates. Episode 1..the guy's from Dallas, the girls are from Mars.
And many of them have big boobs. BIG. Not of the real kind.
"Who would want fake boobies anyway" Marge asked all disgusted like.
Well, seeing as I'm a teeny weenie sporty gal I obviously am lacking- so is she. Aww, something in common!
I told her that all I want is fake skin. Turns out they haven't come up with a plastic surgery to suit my needs yet.
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