Seriously, how do you not know about Dolce and Gabbana.
I know it is something fashion related. Whether it is shoes, bags, clothing, jewelry, I can only guess. There are large gaps in my knowlege.
So one of the things I got in my stocking from dad was one of these led keychain lights. That's shaped like a pig. When you press the button on its head, blue rays shoot from its nostrils and it OINK OINKS!
It's really quite charming. (My dad called me Piglet from when I was really wee.) Except I keep scaring the shit out of myself when I accidentally bump it and it OINK OINKS.
Laundering. And TALing.
Whether it is shoes, bags, clothing, jewelry, I can only guess.
All of the above actually. My NYE dress was Dolce & Gabbana (not to be confused with D&G). Deeply, deeply discounted as it had hung on a rack at the consignment store for a year or so. It doesn't look great on a hanger, but dude, on a human? Helloooooo nurse!
I'm one of those people who'd be very happy to dress very nicely if I didn't have to shop and no one told me how much it cost (I've got dumb issues.) As it is, I can manage clean and classic plus interesting shoes but that's about it.
I mean, I'm annoyed that my probably 5+ year old jeans really need replacing (they are old navy after all) and I'm pretty sure last time I was in an ON, they no longer carried them. That's just...sad.
I have so much work to do today. Someone help me with the motivation? Please?
I'd give you mine if I had any, Emily.
Ditto.
ETA: See, I can't even get motivated to write a whole sentence.
Rather than motivation, I'd accept a benign but temporarily incapacitating stomach bug for my principal tomorrow, okay?
Erik Estrada's worst offense I know of is hawking shady condominium developments in Arkansas, and he's probably been around enough police consultants in his career to avoid embarrassing himself. But I really fear that putting grade z celebrity famewhores in positions of pseudo-authority on patrols is going to result in some innocent person getting pistol-whipped in an argument for not bowing and scraping to their satisfaction.
It's been a semi-productive day, as I've bought a few groceries and determined that I need never again eat at the drive-thru pagoda restaurant I've always wondered about. Also, the Kavan Smith craze I've been on recently has resulted in me watching him get hoovered up by the ravenous alien va-jay-jay of Alyssa Milano in a decade old Outer Limits episode. I really should have looked for brain bleach while I was at the supermarket.
I saw that very same Identity thing, and I didn't recognize Bruce Jenner either--and I saw the Olympics he was in. I simply didn't recognize him. Is that the one where they had Miss USA in the skimpy bikini that did nothing for her other than to show how scarily bony she is? I'm always amazed the contestants can do as well as they do.
