When my precious package was delivered by my UPS man, I was more than willing to greet him with a smile. I swore I would never let him see my face again since my “pajama malfunction”. (My daughter lifted up my shirt, exposing my nipple while signing for a package months earlier). But I greeted him at the door, and let him place the holy brown box in my hand. Behold- my miracle came 2-day Express. It’s my 195 dollar, jar of Crème de la Mer. Skin salvation…plus free shipping and handling.
How I learned about this pricey face cream is still a mystery to me. Did I read about it in a magazine? See it on TV? Did a long-passed relative visit me in a dream and whisper the words: La Mer? I honestly can’t remember, but somehow I got it in my crazy little head that the stuff would work miracles for my pimpled, scarred, sun damaged skin.
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