aunt beth taught me about lipstick.
when i was little, every time i went to her house, we would sneak into the bathroom, and i would put some on under her watchful eye.
red, of course.
then i'd scamper out to the dining room, where Dad was having a beer, and kiss him on the face to leave a nice big smear.
he hated that, and would make a large production over trying to fend me off.
i thought it was funny as hell.
so did she.
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