I’m loving this show, Flipping Out, but I am concerned about Jeff Lewis’ lips. I think he and Melanie Griffith must go to the same plastic surgeon and I just want to say STOP.
I saw a few episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter tonight while I ironed my husband’s pants. I love that show, too, especially Dog’s hair. How can you not, really? And his wife, Beth, rocks.
I heard about the Beckham’s new fragrance, “Intimately Beckham,” and I have to say that I will never purchase said fragrance. I know nothing about David Beckham, but his wife, Victoria, scares me. Does she ever smile? Is she made of plastic? I am boycotting celebrity fragrances.
You’d think my brain would percolate with all kinds of interesting ideas and riveting thoughts, but no. Just . . . no. For some reason, my brain is as empty as the milk container in the fridge. I do hate it when I’m in the middle of a thought desert, nothing but sand as far as the eye can see.
However, I would very much like to be bogged down in a thought dessert, which I imagine would be a giant swimming pool filled with peanut butter chocolate cream pie. With whipped cream. And chocolate sprinkles.
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Book winner is Tammy from Garden Glimpses. Tammy, email me your address and I’ll send the book off to you! Congratulations!