Well, today's the day I get a camera up the ass.
(Around 2ish this afternoon, if you want to know details!)
I suppose it's only fitting for someone who is as obsessed by photography as I am.
Thank you for all the helpful, and hilarious, comments yesterday.
I, literally, used your ideas for a shopping trip both to the drugstore and the grocery store.
I will try to get at least a one liner post up tomorrow letting you know I'm FINE.
Which I am, and will be.
(Although, I have been gagging down the prep stuff they make you drink. OMG! I don't even like to drink water. Why isn't there a pill you can just take to accomplish the same thing? UGH! I have to drink FOUR LITERS, a gallon, of it. Worst.Thing.Ever!)
"Twenty Four's here, let's stop working and have a party!"
I love those people, I really do.
Almost every time I stop in they ask me if I want to be a guinea pig for the latest and greatest magic beauty trick.
(And yes, they benefit when I write about my experiences because publicity from someone who loves and respects them is a good thing. Their office is so busy though, it isn't like they NEED me to write about them.)
Anyway, I'm going to attend their staff meeting next Tuesday (unless some unforeseen something interferes with my plans). They're going to be reviewing and learning about some new STUFF and I'm going to be learning right along with them.
And yes, I've already agreed to be a guinea pig for some of this new STUFF down the road. I'm not even quite sure what I agreed to, but when I find out I'll let you know. I do know it's non-surgical.
When the time comes, I'll also write quite honestly about whatever they end up doing to me. (As you'll recall, they let me be a guinea pig for Zerona treatment and I was not impressed and told you so.)
Sadly enough, they haven't yet offered me an "extreme makeover."
While I was at the office yesterday, they zapped a little red spot I've had on my face for a good ten years. Just ZAPPED it with a laser and it was gone.
(And no, I wasn't asked to pay for it. And no, I wasn't asked, or expected, to write about it. And no, I didn't have an appointment to do it. This is just what happens whenever I walk in to visit. It took all of a millisecond.)
Also, a woman was waiting for an appointment. I had never met her before, and still have no idea who she was. She looked at me as I walked through the waiting area and out of the blue she said, "They're going to have to drag me kicking and screaming to old age."
THAT is Orange County in a nutshell!
In any case, I'll keep you updated as I learn more about whatever it is I'll be doing with them.
In the meantime, I'll be hanging out at Camp Bathroom until later today.
I have, literally, set up everything I need to entertain myself for hours in there. I'm nothing, if not a multi-tasker.
Sheesh, aren't you proud to know me?
P.S. If you leave me a comment saying hello and/or delurking today it will give me something to read while I'm, ahem, sitting around! : )
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