From the book description:
Greasy foreheads. Spiky frosted hair. Oiled-up faces dripping with Tag Body Shot spray. Armani Exchange T-shirts and rank cologne wafting off their backs like fetid pollen clouds as they pump their fists and attempt to grind into any hotties nearby. Young beauties oblivious to the hulking monstrosity clutching at their butts like snapping turtles on Red Bull.
From sea to douchey sea, ours is a culture plagued by this festering blight. By the dark forces of über-douchebaggery.
Oh yeah, I forgot about Tag Body Shot and fake tans.
The blog from which the book derives is instructive.
Me, I LOVE hearing about Sarameg's house and The Zmayhem Easter morn and Liese's scary water and Kat's totally deserved toddler smackdown and all the news shared here.
Indeed.
Bobby and I went next door to eat good stuff with the neighbors. Full now. Feet up ready to veg out with a chick flick now.
I had my feet up and then I got restless. In the past hour and a half I've swept off the balcony, planted two pots full of pansies and made banana bread. My feet are back up, but I'll be getting up again in an hour or so to take the bread out of the oven and make dinner. I think it's the weather. After having sloth inducing wet and/or dreary weather for what felt like ages, it finally got up to right around 60, today. I've got windows and sliding doors open to take advantage. It's hard to sit still when it's so nice.
DH mowed the lawn and I did some weeding, then we sat out on the porch for quite a while enjoying the day, letting the dog loll on the grass, observing some avian behavior. Pretty darn nice, but I forgot to have lunch 'til just now.
-t! I am so sorry I bailed yesterday. It was probably for the best though, since I took an unexpected nap yesterday at just the time you would have been calling.
Me, I LOVE hearing about Sarameg's house and The Zmayhem Easter morn and Liese's scary water and Kat's totally deserved toddler smackdown and all the news shared here.
I would totally subscribe to this magazine!
ME TOO. Especially if it included kid pics.
Sorry for the badness, Scrappy and Juliebird.
Perkins! I would have felt bad interrupting an unexpected nap and I had a very pleasant evening at home, as it turned out, so no worries on changing the plan. Someday I will lure you out to the Vacaville outlets...
Someday I will lure you out to the Vacaville outlets...
I don't know. Me, shopping? Kind of a stretch.
Vacaville isn't by any chance on the way from LA to Santa Barbara, is it? I've been to some outlets on that route...
No, it's on the way from San Francisco to Sacramento, though.
Hilariously, I forgot where Lee lives now.
