Brie cheese and Italian bread for dinner. I'm so tired, I forgot that I intended to make my famous call to the Chinese place. Am I the only one who refuses to eat the gross rind on Brie?
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no.
depends on the quality of the brie.
I like rind if it is melty enough.
Oh, my gosh, guys, how have I possibly lived without the miracle that is dry shampoo? Oh, my stars, my limp skinny loves this!
Hec, man, your day sounds miserable and frustrating and awful. Egads.
Erin, it works? Do tell.
Erin, I just saw an ad for that. Tell me about it!
Yeah, it's Tresemme and it smells like hairspray -- not too bad.
I saw it and bought spur of the moment. My hair was pretty lank; you just spray it in all over and brush the fuck out of your head, and BOOM. Instant 2nd day after I really did my hair night, in a good way.
I can see how I will turn to this in my times of hair need.
I saw it and bought spur of the moment. My hair was pretty lank; you just spray it in all over and brush the fuck out of your head, and BOOM. Instant 2nd day after I really did my hair night, in a good way.
I may have to check this out. I originally thought you were talking about the powdered stuff that people sometimes use when they are in the hospital or cannot take a shower for whatever reason.
I had a dream with you in it last night Erin. It wasn't a very interesting one though. Laura (the Buffista one) was in KC for some reason and there was going to be a mini-F2F over breakfast, but we all go lost on the way to the restaurant and ended up in a Hospital (not as patients, like we went in expecting it to be a restaurant) and couldn't find the way back to the parking lot. Then some Indian (as in from India, not Native American) guy joined us who was a Buffista in the dream but didn't correspond to any actual Buffista.
After that I found my car, but the parking lot patrol ticketed me since I wasn't visiting a patient. At this point everyone but the Indian guy dropped out of the dream and it turned out he was a patient I was visiting but nobody at the hospital had ever heard of him. I think then, I ran into the parking lot, jumped in my car, and made a break for it with the hospital parking lot patrol in hot pursuit or as hot as pursuit can get in a golf cart.
Like I said, not the most interesting dream.
There's a lot of hair powders out there; with my lank-o hair, I've always wanted to try it, but the $18 and over price...this is about $6.
Gud, Laura's doppelganger works at the Starbuck's off the Plaza. UNCANNY resemblance, down to the friendliness and the smile.
So, clearly, this dream is not as clear as it appears...
I don't know what it MEANS, of course, but I blame Laura.
Oh, thoughts on these? I think I really like them, and we'll sitting for dinner and drinks. And my toes are...I need a wee peep toe.