Today, I let a hoard of happy little children paint my face and arms. It was a merry time. From experience, I know that it is much more fun to paint someone's face than it is to be painted. Seriously, for a very short time period in my life, I wanted to be a face painter.
Now, getting home and washing the paint off my face, I realize that the red color does not wash. It is still faintly blotchy red. So, since I had a lovely red smiley face on one cheek, I now look as though I am very bad at applying blush.
However, I am consoled with the fact that they had a jolly good time. What's your good deed of the day?
2 years ago