and then I came to an epic conclusion: Facebook trumps Twitter. I kind of already came to this conclusion after I posted the photo of Isabella coming home from school wearing her dress like an open cardigan. you totally want to see it again, I know. My twitter response to…
so, the real question here (other than the obvious ‘where’s my bloody tan?’ and ‘why in the hell is my hair so damn BIG?’) is, well, what’s your poison here…is it the pretty, pretty personal trainer man or the beautiful, beautiful shoe? The lovely Anissa and I had the pleasure…
Apparently, I was the only one who didn’t get the memo about fake Q-tips. Why did no one tell me this? I mean, sure, it looks the same and is certainly enticing with its significantly cheaper price tag. but oh my god…the stick, the cotton…yeesh, I think I’ll save my…
