picked randomly from a big green bucket...
This girl's hilarious. Go read her blog, none of your beeswax, and laugh your cha-cha off. Just a few tidbits...she loves the red stuff, uses smart words I have to look up, can make crickets endearing, and I think she has the ape index like my sister Cassy, but I can't say that for sure...we'd have to measure.
Shoot me an email beeswax, and I'll get your address and if you want anything embroidered on the bag. May I recommend something like...stop lookin' at my bag and check out my designer dungarees. That's catchy.
I wish I could make something for everyone; I feel bad when your sweet comments don't win. But I can't sew all day. Well, I could, but that wouldn't be prudent. My house would stink.
OH MAN...which reminds me of an unfortunate aromatic encounter. I think I'll share.
There I was, checking out some awesome green chairs on craiglist, when I smelled the 80's. It was a gradual, but a mighty reek. Like a wraith.
In one sudden jolt I knocked the chair to the floor and ran to the epicenter of destruction, my bathroom.
And there they were. Jovially spritzing the stench of poofy bangs and tightroll jeans ALL OVER MY HOUSE! One following the other, humming and giggling. My 2/3 full bottle of Giorgio Red was now 1/3 full, and infused into every fiber of my home's being. I bought that bottle seriously before highschool, and now I was being pounded with church dances and first dates. Aromatically tortured.
So we walked around with the blowdryer and paper fans, airing out the headache. It's only subtle now. Now it just reminds me of courting Conan, so I like it. I might buy some Drakkar and spill it on my pillow.
I may try to do another giveaway next week. That was too fun. You guys come out of hiding when I dangle something for free in your faces. It's enjoyable. Any suggestions?
I have to admit I was pullin' for Trenton. Sorry Buzz.