Have you missed me? I thought I'd be like the mail and not show up for Columbus Day.
Really, I was so tired this morning, as I am still not 100% from the Lassa Fever or whatever it is I have going on, over here, and I didn't have time to blog at you.
What is Sleeping Sickness? Is that malaria? Maybe that's what I have. Or yellow fever. I do look a trifle lemony.
Anyway, I do have exciting news. I hope you are holding on to your hat.
Remember how I detest that certain cosmetics store because they dicked me over? They were wearing their prick suits? They were strictly dickly with me? I do not know why I feel the need to refer to the male genetalia so much today.
Anyway, those sacks over at that certain cosmetics store screwed me, and I have been unhappy with them for several months. I joined a "That Certain Cosmetics Store Sucks" group on Facebook, I gave them a bad review on an online review site, I wrote to them both online and to their CEO, and I generally groused and complained to the world.
Finally the other day, they called me! The woman who called knew my whole story--how I had made a hair appointment and when I got there my hairdresser was out of town; how no one could squeeze me in and I had roots that would make Alex Haley jealous;how I was told I'd be called re this disastrous sitch and yet I was never called; how to add insult to injury, a week later I got charged for a fricken magazine through their company, which I never ordered; and how everyone looked really dumb in their prick suits.
The woman said to me, "This was all unacceptable and I am very sorry. If I sent you a gift card for $2374394592 million, would that bring you back to our store?"
Okay, it wasn't $237439whatever I said million, but it was a LOT. Like, Smashbox foundation, primer, and eye shadow for free a lot.
And guess what. I can be bought.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, I think that would bring me back."
I had them throw in a prick suit, as well. I guess I am just enjoying saying "prick suit" today. It is GROWING on me. bah.
So I am back to being happy with Certain Cosmetics Company. Yay! Really, all places have to do is acknowledge their mistakes and I am fine with it.
There is a CERTAIN DEPARTMENT STORE that has NEVER apologized for their atrocious behavior toward me and I don't care how many THANKSGIVING DAY PARADES they throw, I will never shop there again. Is all I'm saying.
In other news, the Tea Partier who is babysitting my dog started her first day today and I do have to tell you she is very nice. She came over this weekend to get the key and twice she started to delve into politics and stopped herself, knowing we weren't gonna go anywhere pretty with each other.
We talked today after she'd been here and she loves my dogs, she really does. Tallulah just asked me how that Hopey/Changey thing was going for me, but other than that, everything seems fine.
Okay, I have to go, because I promised said Tallulah that we could take a walk, just the two of us, and she is saying, "HMMMMMM! RRRRROOOOWWWW! HMMMRRRRRR!" and it isn't annoying at all.
June, out. How much do you like me for saying, "June, out"?
