I think when you're blonde nobody will believe you don't fetishize your hair like everyone else does. Because my mom speaks stylist, although pixie coming out of her mouth makes me snicker, but you know she was a beauty-school dropout in the age of the bouffant, right? But I'll pass on the refresher.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Pete: "Oooh! My miniature glow-in-the-dark crow skull fits perfectly in her hands!"Pete playing with dolls. An interesting image.
but you know she was a beauty-school dropout in the age of the bouffant, right?
There are so many reasons to love your Mom.
mos def. My grandma kinda wanted her to work in her shop starting in the late sixties, but Mom wasn't into it.ETA: She does my haircuts and she was really psyched by the pixie-cut blondes I found on the internets.People really admire the shade of our hair but the texture can be a real problem sometimes. Tep, you should stay home and watch "Cupid" on You-Tube...Piven gets the love god's first head cold in one episode and it is pretty hilarious.
Pete playing with dolls. An interesting image.
Ha! (Tho' you realize that I was talking about the bird skull accessory TO Pete, right?)
No, he's in the other room, playing L4D2.
I think when you're blonde nobody will believe you don't fetishize your hair like everyone else does.
True 'dat.
I went through years of loathing it because I just didn't need to hear about how much people pay for their highlights...it's also got a crazy texture that keeping it long does no favors for. It's a weird little voyage through the American psyche growing up to look like...I don't know, Gwen Stefani Gets In A Horrible Accident. I'm 36, and I still don't get it. Just in time to get old and whacked-out about that.
ND, that is a fantastic wedding gift. You do indeed have a marvelous landlord.
Dinner Review: Success! With an overcreaming of the potatoes I added (in a bit of a Hail Mary) some pre-cooked hash brown patties on the theory that (a) they could catch up on the hour of cooking and (b) they'd soak up liquid. Instincts scores 1! It worked exactly as expected. Left it in until the Parmesan browned. It was almost like raclette at that point.
Oh, it was super rich and satisfying on a cold, rainy December night.
I had mine with two hot Italian sausages and a liberal dipping of Dijon mustard. Strong, spicy, tangy flavors to go with the creamy, cheesy spuds. A good pairing. Chased it with a green salad with a balsamic dressing. Fiber plus acidic equals just right.
I'm about three quarters of the way through Breaking Dawn. I think I may be in a permanent state of "WTF???"