OK, I know the title is probably sexist, but…
It's all in the application, boys.
Since we moved into the new building, my guilty pleasure has become putting on my makeup. And it has nothing to do with the makeup or its application.
It’s where I put it on.
In the old building, it was the heavily trafficked men’s room, which, to be charitable, was a dump.
Now, we have two makeup rooms. Spotless, well lit, and they even have sinks. But most of all, they’re quiet.
I go in, shut the door, and it’s just me. Five minutes of quality “me time.”
I think I’ll have a cup of tea.
The Brooks File 
How did you take a picture of yourself putting that on??
I’m more flexible than I look.
wow the magic of makeup. gerry i think you may have overdone the eye shadow there
Maybe a little glitter?
I bet you never dreamed of this stuff back in your radio days.
Uhhhhhhh…….no.
Once again, thanks for the laugh, Gerry.
Sure beats Billy Barty, dressed in a beret and smock, belting you in the face with a huge powder puff, eh?
MAAAAAAAAKE-UP!
Don’t ever critiize the producers for the story branding?
That headline made me say “What?”
And I immediately clicked on the story.
I’m so proud…….Ma must be pleased that she now has the daughter she never had and hoped for….it only took her 80 years to get there.
There ain’t enough make up in the world.
And the hair, just what are you using Super Rogaine?
What, you put on the makeup yourself? How uncivilized! 🙂
Sometimes I like to throw a scrap of meat out to you hungry dogs just to shred it (me) apart.
Glad you had fun. 🙂