I could also use a nice skin cream. I have dishpandemic hands.
Don’t mind me, just sitting here trying to convince myself that I wasn’t Levi’s model for the Black Plague.
My mom used to sell A-Non (or, you know, this world’s equivalent) when I was a wee boy. It was a very confusing time for me. I had to somehow temper my love of catalog shopping with my total disinterest in cosmetics. And now, here I am a grown man, married to a woman in the beauty industry, and I use much nicer soaps and shampoos and cream rinses and body washes and…
…and I never seem to shop from catalogs any more.
My world took a strange turn at some point.
