Big Bertha the Bruise

So I lost my makeup bag. It sucked, cause I had to use my mom's makeup on Sundays for church., and while I'm super grateful, (thanks, Mom!), it was still difficult for me because my mom uses a very monotone palate of brown. I can't do brown. I do every other color, but not brown. And I am a firm believer that lipstick should be colorful, not...brown.

Anyhoo, Stephanie found my bag hidden underneath the downstairs bathroom sink. Awesome. She was so happy to give it to me that she chucked it across the room to me. Since she didn't give me anything resembling a heads up, I noticed a flying blue bag out of the corner of my eye and caught it before it hit the floor...well, my knee caught it. It hurt.

I don't think Stephanie took into consideration how heavy makeup is. Especially hooker makeup, which is the only kind I know. I now have a giant bruise on my knee. I shall call her Bertha for her great size. She shall be known throughout the land as the finest bruise there ever was. And she will do great things.