Eye Spy With My Little I

I read my friend’s diary once in the 10th grade. It was all very scintillating stuff about boys and their pienises (because that is how she spelled it) until I got to a picture she had drawn of me one night after the boy she liked asked me to dance to “Take My Breath Away” at Homecoming. The drawing was more of a caricature really, and although she was not an artist of any sort she did a bang-up job on my eyebrows seeing as how they stretched from one side of the page to the other and then met in the middle, BFF’s and all. To be fair, it was 1987.
I have since learned not to snoop because honestly—it’s disappointing unless you find something, but when you do it’s as if you are forced to swallow the knowledge of whatever it is right then and there. (To this day I still carry the image of my eyebrows thick and deep in my tummy.) So I love it when given permission to snoop, to read a diary or open a bedside table drawer. Which is why I adore Amber’s newest feature titled Spill It, in which bloggers are asked to open their purses and do some essplainin'… Please click on over to Daisy Chain today see what I carry on my person.

Full disclosure: Amber is my friend and I’ve known her since high school, but I never read her diary and to my knowledge she has never drawn a picture of my eyebrows. And I don't know why but something tells me she knows how to spell "penis."