Further proof that J and I are an excellent match? We were in bed last night watching Gene Simmon's Family Jewels (I know) and Shannon Tweed reveled the results from her face lift. She got the fat under her chin sucked out. And it looks damn good. I looked over at him and said, "that is what we are getting each other for our fiftieth birthday's dude." To which he replied, "Fuck that, who do you think you are married to? Fortieth birthday."
We are jowly people. We might be fat-assed middle Americans working the beer bellies at that age but damn it we will not have the giant jowls.
On another note have you ever bought a lip gloss that you think is just perfect? It's that corally pink that you have been looking for, with a little shine but not glitter? It's the kind of shade that makes you look healthy and polished, not too teen, not matronly. But then you see it in another light and realize that you look like you had S&M sex with a My Little Pony and maybe you shouldn't rock that for day? And then ten minutes later than that you love it again?
Just me? DAMN