Firstly, I want to say that Billie Joe Armstrong has the sexiest eyes ever.
Secondly, I want to thank the lovely, lovely person who sent the cookies and the wonderful card. Thank you VERY much – I’ll write separately. That was a wonderful surprise. :)
The weather being really crap this weekend, we got our shopping out of the way early in hopes that the wind might die down a bit in the afternoon, so I can ride then. Not that Kip is a really spooky type, but he does get tense when the indoor sounds as though it’s going to sail away.
I bought makeup this morning; I’d been living on tail ends of almost-empty products for ages. I warned Phil to not fall down dead with a heart attack when they rang it up – £60 for a handful of small containers. Yikes! And forget skincare stuff; manufacturers seem to think that if they claim something is virtually a facelift in a bottle, you’ll pay £50 for a small tube of it. Well, they’re not entirely wrong. They could probably charge whatever they wished if any of it would actually work.
Would I ever consider plastic surgery? Possibly. I mean, no one wants to look like Jackie Stallone, I’d rather look like the Crypt Keeper than that. But perhaps just a bit of Botox between my eyebrows, since I tend to frown there. Maybe my eyelids, they always seem puffy and tired. But serious plastic surgery? Not a chance. For every person who actually looks good (Sharon Osbourne), there are tons of road-accidents that you could point out. Besides, why should it be such a sin to not look eighteen? As long as we look good for our age, whatever that may be…why shouldn’t that be enough?
Sounds like hail outside. Just great. :(