Touche! Touche!

Thanks to this fabulous new place called CosBar in The Woodlands I am now $200 poorer. WTF How do these things happen to me? My boss and I were just wandering down good ole Market Street after lunch and happened to walk by this new cosmetics shop. “Should we go in and see what they have?” my boss asks, “Well of course”

The woman working in there was quite possibly the best salesperson ever. The foundation she put on me was flawless, the eyeliner perfecto, the concealer/highlighter –incredible. The concealer was this YSL thing called Touche (rhymes with douche) something or another… I couldn’t buy it because she just kept saying “Oh the Touche! The Touche! Looks so good.” It took all I had in me not to laugh. I am pretty sure it was supposed to be pronounced Touché with the accent and everything…she was way off.

Well I ended up buying the foundation, eyeliner, eyeliner brush and some amazing fancy brand exfoliator that is pre-measured and makes your skin feel like the day you were born (just call me babyface). I don’t make enough money for this. I know better than to put myself in situations such as these. I have little to no self control when products and my debit card are involved. SHIT.

Other than that little bank account set back I had a good day. I will probably get to go back to the ATL soon to train my replacement and I will get to see my family as well.

Currently judging: myself for eating all the pasta I made for dinner, meant to have some to take for lunch tomorrow. At least I worked out?