By 'our,' I mean my sister and I. She called one fine evening last week asking if I would like to get a z-palette, they had turned up on a makeup selling site and things usually sold out fast. Being a makeup junkie, and having so many singles just sitting in the darkest recesses of my lower most drawer, I thought, shouldn't I have one already?
"Yes, yes, we'll split the delivery charges".
"Do you want the pink one or the zebra printed one?"
"We'll draw straws, flip a coin or something," Who was I kidding? It would have to be the zebra printed one, and she knew it.
There was some delay in the package, and for a time, all was forgotten until the phone rang this morning, "I'm on my way and I have the loot."
I made a bee-line to my drawer, pulled out my shoe box that held the poor desolate singles and few trios. Piling out the shadows and knowing it would require a complicated algorithm to derive which lucky one would make it into the new fancy lodgings.
"Yes, yes, we'll split the delivery charges".
"Do you want the pink one or the zebra printed one?"
"We'll draw straws, flip a coin or something," Who was I kidding? It would have to be the zebra printed one, and she knew it.
There was some delay in the package, and for a time, all was forgotten until the phone rang this morning, "I'm on my way and I have the loot."
I made a bee-line to my drawer, pulled out my shoe box that held the poor desolate singles and few trios. Piling out the shadows and knowing it would require a complicated algorithm to derive which lucky one would make it into the new fancy lodgings.
Some eyeshadows that made the list.
