It is What it Is

In Case You Doubted Me

And, I don't know why you would ... but it seems that Mary Kay might very well be my new allet-bay uild-gay -- they have eyes and ears everywhere.

Not even 12 hours after my last post, I returned from lunch to find the following in my office parking lot. Again.

I know that I said I wasn't afraid, but if you don't hear from me in the next 24 hours, please send help immediately -- I can't go back to that overly lip-glossed place in the basement of the Courtyard Marriott.

My Escape

Now, I know that it's been a long time since my last blog entry, and most of you are probably wondering where I've been, so here comes the long-awaited truth behind my extended absence ... I've had to go into hiding to escape the ladies of Mary Kay.

Seriously.

A few months ago, a friend of mine invited me to a Mary Kay party. At the time, I had no idea that such things as Mary Kay parties still existed. And, I certainly didn't know that women under the age of 65 attended Mary Kay parties, but my friend promised wine, so I went. For those of you who haven't been to a Mary Kay party, I can't say that I recommend it.

Mary Kay prefers to refer to their gatherings as "Girlfriend Parties." (Personally, one of the words I least prefer to hear repeated, next to "lover" and "moist," is "girlfriend," so Mary Kay and I didn't get off to the best start.) There was also the choice to decorate with feather boas, and I'm pretty sure such a choice speaks for itself.