Attention friends from all corners of the world: This will be the last time I beg you to come hang out with me. Seriously, puh-lease come hang out with me. I'm not sure how you could possibly not want to come meet-up with what's looking like a frigging awesome group of bloggers. Bring your husband, your baby, your best friend, I don't care, just come. SO if you think you might want to, we're going to need you to email us by June 30. I know monetary issues need to be considered but we kinda need a firm number so we can start planning details, ya know? So email us and get in on the meetin' up action. email@example.com
Ohhhhkay, it's time for another installment of my own personal encyclopedia of useless crap, Volume L
Lipgloss -- I used to be a full-face of makeup everyday sort of girl. I also used to work for a boss that was taller than two feet high. But now I am a homemaker. And being a homemaker doesn't require me to "put my face on". But the least I can do is smear some lipgloss on when someone ignores my No Soliciting post-it I put on my front door. (I wish I was kidding). At this moment, I have no less than four lipglosses floating around in my bag. And back when I cared what I looked like? I probably had six or seven. I favor the cheap ones. The ones that don't burn your lips as they "plump". The ones that aren't so sticky that as soon as you roll down your window, your hair is glued to your face. Give me some Bonne Bell please.
Luaus -- Ok, so I've only been to one in my lifetime but at least it was a good one. When we were in Hawaii, we paid an exorbitant amount of money for an authentic luau. Um, it was on the roof of the hotel conference center. But when the lights when down, I couldn't have cared less. Tiny Japanese girls giggled at our table while Samoans with massive tattooed thighs jumped up and down on stage with fire balls. We ate our weight in Dim Sum and poi and drank our two included (watered-down) Mai Tai's. It was a canned luau and I didn't care. I wanted campy and touristy and I got it. Mahalo.
Lisas -- When I was out with my friends the other night I told my friend Lisa I needed a picture of her for this here blog post. My friend Adrienne then got miffed because she wasn't included in Volume A way back when. Kelly & Katie didn't care. They had their moment in the sun last time in Volume K. So Adrienne offered up the fact that her middle name is, in fact, Lisa and well, that was good enough for me. These are my two friends, Lisa. One is very eye-talian. One is very eye-rish. They both like dogs. They both like me...I think. One will be late to her own funeral. The other will be early and most likely have a cooler of Coors Light in her car to keep her company.
Lager -- I don't pretend to know anything about alcohol. I don't know anything about different beers or wines or anything. And I don't care. what I do know is that I like to drink it. And if you are offering me a beer, I'll take a lager. Thankyou for asking.