My boss, despite being obviously annoyed with me, was thoughtful enough to bring me back a swag bag from Saint Louis Magazine's Best Dressed event last night. A contact of mine through work was named Best Dressed for this year, so a couple of people at work went to the party to represent.
Let's see, there was: the Mercedes-Benz travel clothes hanger, a mauve nude lipgloss, handcream from a local spa, biscotti, a sample of Armani's liquid foundation, and a 15% off coupon for Saks 5th Ave.
Tomorrow, I am getting microdermabrasion on my face... courtesy of Miss Kaci! She won a package at some event last month and decided to share... More like, the sound of microdermabrasion doesn't sound too pleasant and she knows I will put up with anything in the name of vanity as long as it yields results.
But back to the first topic, um... why am I completely incapable of filtering what I say? It. Just. Comes. Right. Out. Maybe I should just walk around stuffing Twix candies in my mouth... wouldn't that raise a few eyebrows?
How did that movie Liar, Liar end? Jim Carrey didn't end up losing his job, right?
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