Walk of Shame is usually the walk/drive/whatever you do to get back home after spending the night at someone's house (er, not in a "hey, let's have a sleepover, bestfriend!" way).

One hopes it is never involved in a Perp Walk.

Walk of Shame is usually the walk/drive/whatever you do to get back home after spending the night at someone's house

Yeah, I figured that's what it was.

sometimes I am silly....

saw it was a completely different man (with a similar build, and hairline). I was very little, and very mortified.

I did something like that, too, Cindy. Only it was in a grocery store and it was a woman who (from the back) looked exactly like my mother. It was very embarassing.

Timelies, all. I need coffee. I have coffee, just not in a cup. Why is this happening to me?

I have had several different hair fandoms, but am now Bumble and Bumble's bitch. The hair is silky, non-frizzy, and best of all, has stopped getting split ends. This is the perfect middle-aged wavy-hair product.

growling

Well, LOOK at the time.

And we JUST got the network back.

and I've been at work for how long? Oh, yes:

THREE HOURS ALREADY.

No network, phones a-ringin'...y'know how hard tech support is when our tech needs support too, and it's Sunday, and our IS department is NOT AT HOME.

eyebeams of death shooting out and striking random Welsh carrots

I adored the Bumble & bumble color shampoo when I was still using it. It also smelled heavenly. And the deep conditioner. Lovely stuff.

As a result of increased length--my hair tangles if you look at it cross-eyed once it hits a certain point, and has my whole life--I've gone back to conventional hair products, and am pretty happy with the Healthy Sexy Hair Soy Milk line.

screams

My poor carrots! Look, now there's carrot juice in the carpet.

Clean it up, or else, no HoYay for you!

Looks twice at Stunt Husband

Oh second thought, have all the HoYay you want. And women. And men. And...puppets. Just take anything you want.

Just please don't hurt Gilligan.

Gilligan is safe. "Welsh carrots" is a very, very poor linguistic play-on-words.

There's this odd little Wales-themed hamburger joint (I know, I know - boggling happens every time I go near it, which is lots, since it's next door to a perfectly authentic southern Mexican restaurant Alfredo and I eat at all the time since it's real, not US-Mexican food). The hamburger place is decorated to look like a pub. I don't know why.

There's a big poster on the wall like a child's primer in Welsh. "M is for moron", and there's a picture of a carrot.

I'm guessing "moron" is Welsh for "carrot", and now Alfredo yells, "You Welsh carrot!" at idiot drivers. (Well, I imagine he does - I do, lots, but I've never heard him yell at anything. So I guess I yell "Welsh carrot!" at the fools who drive at just barely over the speedlimit, while EEEgor the very small GTI wants to go much, much faster.)

Can you tell I've had almost no sleep, and have had WAAAAAAY too much coffee today?

Why is the Walk of Shame never as fun as you want it to be?

I LOVE the Walk of Shame. I always have to fight the urge to hang buckles of my bra back out of my pocket juuuuust a little. In college, if I showed up in the same clothes as the day before and nobody noticed I'd get pissy an announce it, "HEY! I wore this YESTERDAY!!!!"

The "go downstairs of shame" and have coffee with the sibling you just met the night before is like being in a Frasier episode. That's all those people DID.

I woke up and found there was snowfall last night. I love that. Now toss in that I'm in the Rockies for the very first time... thiiiiiis close to buying little round glasses and an acoustic guitar.

So it's like "Welsh rabbit," then? The Welsh were too poor to afford morons, so they pointed and laughed at carrots instead?