I love our First Lady.
She's adorable!
It's not Rasta hair. It's dog fur, for one. But what they are are dreadlocks. Not only Rastas have them, although they are required by the tenets of Rastafarianism.
You are, of course, correct.
I just went into Sephora to return the store-brand stuff I bought over the weekend, and walked out with Bobbi Brown. Oops.
Have you guys seen this Pimpernel Clothing website? You can get frockcoats!
I've been trying to get to Sephora for the past week and it keeps not happening because things get too crazy to leave the office. It's annoying but at the same time I feel like I'm being protected from myself.
It's true! Oh, brenda, are you going to be here Thursday?
No, dammit - client cancelled the meeting today. We might be able to reschedule. Or rather, they will reschedule but the timing they are talking about is not possible for me. But I'll let you know if that changes!
Bummer! Well, I'm generally here and often free!
Mother's Day Gift?
Those actually made me a bit queasy, to be honest.
We found a box filled with our teeth after my parents died. It was both gross and kinda charming--I mean, they had to have loved us to want to hold onto our baby teeth like that. Of course, ask me what happened to Franny's baby teeth so far.
I don't know what it is about Tuesday, but the fitness center upstairs is always packed. I could do more work, but I'll probably just read Go Fug Yourself for a while and then head back up to see if a treadmill is free.
This is why we need a Tooth Fairy. Someone has to keep the teeth safe.
My mom had a couple of my baby teeth in one of her jewelry boxes. Gathering dust with a bunch of crappy jewelry that she never looked at either (maybe it was the proximity to the teeth?)
All they resulted in was another data point in my sister's caboose-child "why didn't they save anything of mine" narrative. It strikes me as one of those things (like, frankly, my dog Lucy's ashes) that you get/keep because it seems significant at the time and not something you want to just toss out - but then what the hell do you
do
with it?
(Note I do not plan to make crappy jewelry out of the dog's ashes.)