Did I miss my calling?

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.

Homemade cornbread and Shakespeare.

She chose the eyeliner color that most closely matched the scar on the back of my hand.

The beautiful girl with a beautiful smile. The look we went for was "natural, but better."

It totally works for her! Her eyes are just crazy beautiful.

Me and my dear friend.
And yeah, I am completely aware that my head
looks twice the size of hers. And I don't care.