The other night Diana was bored. She had a friend over and they gave each other manicures after soaking their feet. After the friend left, Diana rummaged through the stuff in my bathroom. She found this facial mask, that I have been meaning to use for a long time. Diana gave it a try for me, although her skin is already smooth as a baby's bottom and completely unblemished, as any nine year old's skin should be. But nonetheless, she seemed to enjoy the whole thing. That is until the mask hardened and she couldn't talk. She only needed to leave it on for 5 mins, but she kept mumbling, trying to talk to me with out moving her face. Finally she insisted on writing me messages. When it was finally time to wash it off, she was so relieved to be able to talk again. Such are the sacrifices for beauty.
