Ding Dong Avon

Or whatever...
I've just had the Mary Kay lady here. Marge and I have had just a fabulous time, really. You are forced to love someone who comes into your home and within 5 minutes of meeting you, tells about how her son, husband, mother in law, father in law and brother all died within 6 months of each other. Sad and horrifyingly interesting that this is what she has chosen for her sales pitch. So after I wiped away the tears, Marge gave me a facial. Then she applied 14 pounds of foundation and two large Nike swooshes of blush to my "well-defined cheek bones". Oh Marge, I love it when you butter me up. Refine my pores baby, you know I want it.
While this was going on, my kids trashed the house. The cat jumped up on the table and licked her enormous palate of eye shadows.
I didn't buy anything but Marge does think that I would make a perfect candidate to sell Mary Kay. She even showed me the picture of the pink caddy. It's not super pink anymore, it's a sparkly light pink and Marge even got to have a ride in it. Lucky lady.