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Frisco, Texas, United States
I'm a middle-aged, bitter, divorced woman making every day a great day. I have two grown children.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Mall Work and Invisible Black Dogs

Hayley has been working at a kiosk at the mall. She loves it. She takes my tablet and watches movies most of the day. There is a makeup kiosk close by that sells really expensive make up. The guy always tells her he will not do her makeup because she can't afford it. 

This same guy puts her down all the time. Fortunately, she has very high self esteem and we laugh about the mean things he says to her.  He told her the other day she looks 15. She told him she looked older than that. He said "I meant because your face is all broken out". Really?

So anyway, makeup guy has WiFi router and t-shirt guy has a microwave. Hayley talked the t-shirt guy into letting her and makeup guy use the microwave by giving him makeup guy's WiFi password. I said so what did you contribute? Basically, she contributed her big mouth so now she has WiFi and a microwave to use.

The other day she got to work early and hadn't done her makeup or hair. The makeup guy was nice (for a change) and did her makeup and the hair-straightener lady did her hair. She came home and looked really pretty even though she is currently sporting blue and purple hair.

So t-shirt guy is making Hayley a t-shirt. She sends him different pictures of Peaches. So far, he has put two pictures on the shirt (see photo below). Hayley said she was going to have him keep adding pictures of Peaches to this shirt. I said what about Zena? She said t-shirt guy said black animals don't show up well. This is Peaches lying next to her mommy's custom Peaches shirt.

So speaking of black dogs, do you see the camouflaged dog in this picture with Nicky? She was 96 lbs, but now Zena is a svelte 89 lbs. Nicky with his new birthday driver and invisible dog. When he talks about or picks up his new driver he emits a manly "er er" or maybe its a "woh woh" sound. Kind of like how you can't just say "Vegas". It must be "Vegas baby" in a throaty Elvis-type voice.




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