I think I have a problem.Of course as far as problems go this one ranks right above running out of ice cubes and directly below not having exact change, but still. The above pic shows the lip products that I apparently carry around with me on my person, in my purse. (This does not include the myriad glosses, stains and sticks in my makeup bag or stashed in drawers around the house.) Vitamin Schticks (bonus pucker punch points for the name!). I'll take one Revive and two Power-C's, s'il vous plait.
Speaking of the Gimme Gimme's, I desperately want this anatomical heart ring, even if it does kinda' look like a booger.Something tells me it's all about context, though, so as long as the bauble stays on your hand and your fingers steer clear of your nose, the ring should look more aortic than anything else.
Then this, just for Tuesday poops and chuckles. Because also on my List of Things I Want/Need/Now? A Sassy Gay Friend. And a neighbor to put soap carvings in the bough of my tree. (Not a euphamism, though I guess this makes me a stupid bitch, too.)