Which is why I find myself covered in aspirin and honey, and a head full o’ bleach on a Sunday night.
I went to visit Melissa and Che in Edinburgh last night, cos I’m spontaneous like that. We watched Pretty Woman, Che and I got drunk and Melissa didn’t because she’s pregnant, and I made Melissa up as a 90s hooker. Please pay special attention to her lip-line, which was temporarily relocated half an inch down her chin and outlined in brown pencil.
If Melissa was a president, she’d be Baberaham Lincoln.
Pammy knows it.
Unrelated, but here’s another thin lip hero of mine, brought to mind because I spent all day watching Judge Judy.
SHHH! DID I ASK YOU TO SPEAK?
So, I hope you’ve all had a smashing weekend. All one of you who reads this blog. I’m talking to myself, I know. The photo I put on my Facebook page of myself with no eyebrows (as in, a photo of a computer screen with a photo of me up on it, open in Photoshop) was a test, and not a particularly challenging one at that. The photo linked to my flog, where it was revealed that I had, in fact, NOT shaved off my eyebrows. A test that they all failed. You didn’t fail, dear reader, because you read this lofty publication. Now I know who my real friends are 😉
Anyway, here’s Echo and the Bunnymen with Lips Like Sugar because I talked about lips in this post and I like to tie that shit in.
Blogs and kisses Xx
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