I will admit, Cass, that's its quite fun to wander around the office today saying cheekily, "Well, last night I set myself on fire..."

Also, CASS PRETTY. That picture of you was astonishingly gorgeous.

'Morning, Bitches!

I would give up jeans and yoga pants forever if Jilli made me up every day.

I'm so jealous of the Bitches out there who rock the make-up. I hear it discussed here all the time and it makes me sad. I would totally love the glamour face. I suspect part of my problem is that I'm lazy, but I love hearing Plei (and everyone else) describe their make-up. I wear a touch of brown eyeshadow, brown eyeliner, and maybe lipstick. I totally need a Bitch Makeover.

My desire for makeup has killed the thread.

My desire for makeup has killed the thread.

I think it was all of us clicking over to Aromaleigh to look at makeup. At least, that's where I've been.

So, at my housewarming brunch on Sunday there will be a family friend there I haven't seen for nearly 20 years!

I try makeup maybe once a year. It just doesn't work for me. Just last night a GF tried to talk me into getting eyelashes applied with her on Saturday. I agreed to go watch.

Makeup and hot humid climates do not go together. I need to rinse my face often and don't want anything on it.

I don't think it's remotely possible for a Bitch's desire for makeup to kill this thread. Unpossible. Can't be done.

runs away home.

It's a really good 'ship.

But not named Lollipop.

I am slain by the utter HAWTNESS of newly shorn and gothified gloriousness of the bitches.

Emeline kills me. Every time we see our kids do something like this our response is: "Guess we don't need that DNA test after all."

I have laundry to do today. And packing.

It's my Aromaleigh mineral shadow in Swoon (charcoal with pink shimmer) with a dusting of Urban Decay Oil Slick over it and a double application of some random Rimmel black mascara.

To me, this says, "Here, a miracle occurred." My main goal with makeup is to ensure that no one thinks I'm actually dead.

Plei looks wonderful. The Jilli and Cass picture is blinding in its awesomeness. Emeline is the cutest baby bitch ever, unless it's Lily.

We are in the midst of setting pollen records, reinforcing my belief that I never want to be involved in a weather record of any kind. I'm full of antihistamines, but I still feel like crap. In cheerier news, I did just see a robin who thought that a bit of root sticking out of the ground would be great nesting material. There was a ferocious tug of war. The robin lost.

Oh, the poor robin.

I have laundry to do today. And packing.

Packing! YAY! Does it help motivate you to do the laundry? Are you going to be dancing out the door, tomorrow night?