Makeover Monstrosity

It's Alive...Alive! This is what I was supposed to look like. Oh yeah, look at me, strollin' down the beach, blond hair glistening in the sun, bronzed skin aglow with the perfect tan. But alas, even for me, perfection has it's limits. I got in a fight with the self tanning spray and guess who won? I'll give you a hint...my orange wrists and palms are begging for mercy. The most embarrassing part was meeting with a client today. She's hosting a party for me and I had to review the catalog, products and order forms with her, so guess where she had to look most of the time. Yup, you guessed it. My dazzling, gleaming neon orange hands. "Um, please excuse the fact that my hands look like I got into a fight with an explosive tangerine. It's just that, well, I was walking by the tanning aisle in the drug store and one of the bottles spontaneously combusted! Can you believe it?! Now the rest of this fabulous glow you see, it's all me. Really. I kid you not. Oh you noticed that my toes are a little orange too? Well, um, er...hey, look over there! Is that Big Foot chasing the dog in your backyard?" Whew, I covered that one well!

By the way...more on Makeover Monstrosity tomorrow. Let's just say I pulled out a brush, some peroxide and a little timer and said hey, putting highlights in your own hair can't be that hard. Stay tuned....