Beauty Dish: Underground Adventures of an (EX!) Avon Lady

My mom made me do this, too.

This is 11 again. In part one, I told you how my mom, 40 (almost 41), couldn't open her Avon face powder. This is part two. I tried to tell my mom that in a perfect world, part two would be more exciting that part one. I'm not sure that's the case here.

None of us at home could figure out whether the face powder container was supposed to screw open or flip open. The internet showed a picture of it opened and it looked like it has a screw top. 40 (almost 41) kicked me off the computer, though. I tried to tell her we were researching Avon, but I think she saw me clicking shut my RuneScape screen. My brother, 9, and I took the face powder outside. 40 (almost 41) told us to go outside and get out of her hair. I think she just didn't want us watching her pluck her eyebrows. When she leaves them alone for a few weeks they meet in the middle. Scary!

I talked Emilio across the street into letting me put the container under the wheel of his sports car:

He ran over it five times. Nothing happened other than the container getting dirty:

I swear this is the truth. After this experiment, Emilio got a flat tire! I told him to sue Avon. He said he would think about it.

I sat on the front steps for a while watching Emilio change his tire. I think 40 (almost 41) was still plucking her unibrow. I decided that maybe all the opening attempts might have loosened the container. I got 40's (almost 41's) best pair of sewing scissors (shhhh don't tell her!) and wedged one side into the lid. I counted to three and twisted:

It opened!

I showed 40 (almost 41). Her skin was a little red around her eyebrows. I told her to dab a little of the powder on those red spots. I don't think that was such a smart thing to suggest.

Right now my brother, 9, has the container. He's using it on his claymation set. We want to upload one of his movies once we can figure out how.

(I just want to say: Ha! I knew I was stronger than that lawyer!)

My mom made me do this

This is 11. That's not my real name. My mom won't let me use my real name on her blog. She says everyone knows what "11" means but I think it looks strange. No one calls me that in real life.

I tried to get my brother "9" to help me with this project but he is more interested in making farting noises with his friend "9". See, mom, that number thing doesn't work.

My mom gave me a little brown container of Avon face powder. She couldn't open it. I saw her ask Emilio across the street to open it. (Why can I use his name? Maybe I should call him "33".) He is a professional rodeo cowboy. His best event is barrel racing. He couldn't open it either. Mom asked Art the lawyer to open it, too. He has a big crush on my mom. (Maybe I should call him "45".) I tried not to laugh when he tried. He was obviously showing off. He looked pretty embarrassed when he couldn't open it.

We dunked the container in hot water and stuck it in the freezer. But mom still couldn't open it. She tried prying off the lid with a big screwdriver. My mom wanted to stick it to the train tracks with chewing gum. She's a big gum chewer and can blow the biggest bubbles you ever saw. I told her that the police might arrest her if they caught her doing that. I think she liked that idea so I took the container away and told her I would figure it all out.

Here is a photo of me trying to open it:

I couldn't open it either. And I think I'm probably stronger than Art the lawyer.

Now, my mom says that everyone who reads her blog loves it when she leaves a cliffhanger. So that is what I am going to do right now. Did I get the container open? Stay tuned until tomorrow to find out!