Black Eyed Orientation

I found some concealer in my boxes of stuff in the garage. I am not used to the pancake makeup thing, but thank God I had some to cover up my black eye and scraped cheek. It is getting a little better, but I still feel weird. Tomorrow is my first day at the Del Mar location and I am going in for the orientation ala explanation: I am NOT a battered woman, just a clumsy tom boy who is obsessed with wearing pink. First day on the job, what a first impression!

I am not sure what has come over me...you know, I never liked the color before. But now I can't leave the house without wearing it. Pink purse, high heels, dresses, skirts, earrings, sunglasses...I tell you I nauseate myself even! Must be a backlash from living with boys for two years. I am officially a chick! Woohoo! I will seek the balance at some point as I realized every single thing I wore yesterday was a variant of pink.
Anyways, Juliet, I count you as one of the founding members of the Socal sect of the Chicks For Chest Hair Coalition. Hide those scissors from Michael and let the chest-fest begin! "Curly and black like a Welcome Mat!!" Outee-Steph