Every time Shakespeare is at my house, she tells me how pretty my makeup is. Not on my face, no; in the basket on the back of the toilet. So I shouldn't be surprised, should I, that when she left her makeup bag at work and was going out for the evening, that I got called upon to tap into my artistic side and make a gorgeous girl even moreso.
I can't paint or draw, but give me a face and I can make magic! Of course, it doesn't hurt when you start out with a beautiful canvas. We had a little lunch, and then got to work.