Or I could title this...Attack of the Mary Kay
You need the back story to appreciate this tale. My mother is a rescuer. She has been know to leap from the passenger side of the car to shepherd cats and dogs to safety (even in low traffic neighborhoods). All of our family pets have some history of neglect...a peeing disorder in the case of Poopy the beagle (that really was the dog's name - what did we expect). I can say in all firmness that my mother hasn't brought home a goat yet, but she very well could. Animal or person - the common thread is drama.
Now, Dawn is drama - a very nice woman - but drama. She is the kind of girl who keeps falling in love with the men in jail and hoping she'll turn their drug using ways around. This is a direct quote from my mother, "Junior is such a nice man when he isn't high."
Dawn drives a school bus (sometimes just around town) and seems to always have a new business venture; currently Mary Kay. So when Dawn offered to come over my mother couldn't say no (she never says no). In fact she knows that she will be giving Dawn money, so would rather do it through makeup sales. Well, little did she know that she would be sacrificing her face in the process. When I walked in on the two, I had the hardest time keeping my laughter in. I have NEVER seen my mom look like this. I'm afraid Dawn's hasn't done a lot of makeup on white women - the result is tragedy...or comedy, depending on your eye. Click on the picture to see it in all its glory. Pink lipstick you couldn't use on a corpse. Eyebrows painted like a clown. For two hundred dollars, you too can look this good.
I'm not sure why good deeds have to be punished...perhaps its a reward at the end of the day. A pink, glossy reward you didn't know you wanted.
