Archive for December, 2003

Thankfully, the only chaps you’ll ever see on me…

… are chapped lips.

I hate having chapped lips, but I think I must have pissed off some crotchety lip balm god in a previous life because I have been cursed with perpetually parched puckers!

I try and keep myself moist (shame on you! you and your pervy thoughts!) but my lips dry up faster than a 52 oz. Diet Coke in the Sahara.

I am in some serious need of some Burt’s Bees, but Yoshi’s not home for me to steal some from. Yeah, yeah… I *used to* have my own, but I kept losing it, just like I lost my 50 bazillion Chapsticks I got from Costco.

Besides, 90% of the time, Yoshi knows where the Burt’s Bees is. The other 10% of the time, I’ve borrowed it and lost it.

Anyway, I went rifling in Yoshi’s bathroom drawer and had to settle for some Blistex which I’m not fond of, but it beats using regular lipstick as a lip moisturizer, which is what I was doing all day yesterday.

Egad, it looks like I’m auditioning for “Collagen Injections Gone Bad.”

In other news, my exciting acting career has received a huge shot in the lips arm. It shouldn’t shock you in the least that I am in the lead to win the hotly-contested spot as host of that highly-anticipated instructional video “Clown Makeup Application for Dummies.”

UPDATE: Do I seriously have to clarify that I *didn’t* actually get collagen injections and that I’m really *not* an aspiring actress? I thought not.

RIP, Lacy

I just received the following email from my friend, Craig about his beautiful, sweet golden retriever, Lacy.

Lacy was put to rest on December 1, 2003 after nearly 14 years on earth, 12 1/2 with me (in 5 houses!)

10 days ago she was diagnosed with cancer. In the intervening time she lost a lot of her ability to easily get up and walk.

In the final days she lost her appetite…losing 10 pounds…a sure sign that her time had come (given her voracious food issues).

She was an extraordinary companion who will be missed.

I thought you would want to know.

Everytime I stopped by his house to drop something off, Lacy would stand by the front door and bark like mad… whether or not Craig was there… she was a protective one!

Dropping by Craig’s house just won’t be the same without her.

I was supposed to have dropped by this morning, but was running late to work so I didn’t. I knew she was old, but didn’t know she had been sick.

(sniffle)

Sleep.

Where can I get me some of that? Any good post-Thanksgiving bargains? Internet specials?

No?

Damn.

I’m not ready for Monday.

Nor am I ready for December.

That’s all I have to say about that (for now).