Every time I come over here Alice always turns me into her walking, talking Barbie. By the time I leave her house I look like a two dollar hooker on half price night.
"Why do you always insist on plastering my face with this crap?" I am not having any of this. "It's like, what's that shit called? Bondo?"
Alice laughs. "It's not bondo, Silly. It's Pancake."
I throw my arms up, dramatically. "Oh, is that all?"
I need to make sure to Google 'pancake' makeup later.
"All done!" Alice does a little squee and claps her hands.
I roll my eyes at bestie and take another look in the mirror. I don't look that bad but I really hope it doesn't take a putty knife to pry this stuff from my skin.
"It's alright," I say as I glance at Alice who looks incredibly proud of herself.
I'm still sitting in front of the mirror when I feel a slight tug on my pants leg. I look down. It's Dixie, staring wide eyed at me.
"Ansy Bwella is pweedy."
Man, I love this kid!
A squeal rips from Alice. "I forgot! Jazz has this friend at work and I thought we all could..."
And this is where I tune my friend out.
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