My mother is in town for a few days on business. This is not her, pictured here, but close enough. I was raised to believe that Mary Kay Ash was a saint who walked the earth, some sort of pink entrepreneurial free enterprise evangelical saint who reads a lot of Ayn Rand and is not squeamish about testing cosmetics on animals. So we went out to dinner, talked about real estate and politics (really, you have no idea how idea how far right the far right really is). Tomorrow the rabbit entertains the mother while I visit the jail.
3 comments:
poor rabbit.
(i was secretly hoping for some wig-talk in this post. is that wrong?)
From another Mary Kay brat here: Mary Kay in my house always meant free makeup, pop up mirrors and endless vats of ANGEL FIRE!
This rabbit is exhausted
Post a Comment