Its Tuesday not Bluesday

Supply and demand. Here is my hackjob. I think I love it. There must have been some serious gloom and doom hiding in that mop cuz I feel much more awesome today with this shaggy do.

T-Rex is eating a fudge pop in my ear right now and if I weren't so chipper right now I might be dangerously irritated at her slurping.

I sat on my porch swing this evening. My neighbors were jealous of my aura. I could totally tell. I sent them some positive vibes. I'm not selfish.

I think I'm going to start wearing nude lipstick. Right now I wear Carmex or the Cherry Coke lip balm that I put in my stocking from Santa. They both smell better than lipstick, but I tend to lick them which defeats the purpose of moisturizing my lips in the first place.

I found this super hip fascinator/birdcage veil thing (i had to look up what a fascinator was) that I am going to make for my upcoming lovefest with my Jason this fall. Its probably a bit too cutting edge for where I live, but in a few years people will realize how cool it was.

I love oranges. I don't think I could ever eat enough oranges. I once ate nearly a whole 5 pound bag by myself. I had a ton of canker sores all over my tongue after that. Valerie can vouch for this story. Painful, but so worth it. Oranges are awesome.

I am going to buy a lottery ticket today. Someone has to win.

I can now do 20 boy push ups. This is an amazing feat. I'm going to pat my own back now. *pat*pat (Trin just patted my back for me. She is reading over my shoulder.)