True story

Seeing my mother without her makeup and hair done is about as elusive as seeing a giant hairy sasquatch watching tv in your living room. Seriously. That chick won't go anywhere without the proper things in place. She kind of cracks me up, but then again, that means I am always the fat, pale, dowdy girl walking next to her all the time. Hmmmpfh. I may have to find new friends.