Catch up. . .

I feel awful. I keep meaning to post all of this, but haven't had the chance. So I apologize but I have a lengthy one. . .

That's what she said. . .


Okay, so first off, we're moving this weekend (not far far away, just down the street) and we're packing everything in sight. Not even the pugs & cat are safe, which would also explain their new fear of boxes. So here we are, we've spent all day packing and moving wee things to the new place and we decide to sit down, have some wine, and relax as the day comes to an end. But there is one problem... someone, in her effort to be efficient and in her packing fury, has packed the wine glasses. Yeah.


Second. I have a new love. I have fallen in love with Purity by Philosophy.

It is a great facial cleanser and I really do feel like it has done an excellent job of, um, well, cleaning me. But I found another great use. I needed to shave my legs and forgot to grab the shaving lotion/gel/schtuff before I got in the shower. The bottle of Purity was right there so I figured "what the hell." Best. Shave. Ever. Hands down this was the bestest, most clean, smooth legs, shavetastic awesomeness. I can't afford it. But no, you know what? I'm going to buy myself more when I run out, damnit. It's just that good. It smells like heaven, like pure wet dew in the morning in the woods. I want to live in the bottle. If Wingal was here she would talk to my legs and face (as opposed to all the time she spends talking to my tits) they smell so good. If indeed I washed my boobies with it I wouldn't have anymore eye contact, but damn would my boobs smell great. Not that they smell bad. No, they smell great. But, I digress...

Lastly, and I have to apologize again, this one isn't funny (not that the first two were, but I've been drinking wine out of a tea cup what the hell do I know??) just sweet.

I was looking at pictures of my beautiful niece that the brother and sister-in-law posted on flicker and saw a resemblance that I had to share: