Don

If today had a name other than Thursday it would be called Don. Just Don. Nothing fancy, just there, minding its own business. I think this day named Don would probably be standing in line, for what exactly, I don't know. That is not important. What is important is that Don needs a little ald, maybe a little nie... something extra maybe. Don needs to cut in line because this day kinda' sucks.

Let's help Don out, shall we? Howza 'bout some rainbow jello? Nothing says kick it up a notch like rainbow jello. I think I'm going to attempt this gelatin strata this weekend.
No? Too safe? Too jiggly? Too sweet? Then how about this still from our dear friends at The Maury Povich Show.
I don't know about Don, but I just hate when I find a tooth in my house that Bryan can't explain.

Mmmkay, grasping here. That's what Don will do to a girl. There's this, then. This umbrella. I have been looking for a clear bubble umbrella forever and June-be-damned I am totally ordering this thing and standing under the sprinklers. Anyone care to join me?

Fine, then this. This is genuis! Well, for a day named Don anyway. An upstanding toothbrush that incorporates a weight within its rounded handle base to keep the bristles away from dirty surfaces, i.e. why-didn't-I-think-of-this-what-with-my-love-of-weeble-wobbles-and-all.

Don seems like a day that would be excited by a new toothbrush but here's a sexy dress for grins and giggles. You like? Should I buy? Possible Reunion frock with a cute pair of gold sandals, or no because my skin is more of a razor-burnished white splotch and thus should not be so exposed? Just wondering.

That's it, kids. That's all I got for this Don. Which, by the way, I just looked up the name and it's Old English for World Leader, so yeah.

Tomorrow is Friday which is totally a guy named Keith. I think he drives a Trans-Am.
xo,
S