let this be a lesson

S & R both looking horrified...

S: "I heard once that when you get a boob job you can loose sensation in your chest... so its not like you get new boobs for how they feel, just how they look."
R: "So they're just toys for boys? Oh hell no"

S, sounding confused: "Vaginal laser rejuvenation??"
R, answering the unasked question: "What, your vagina goes crazy and needs to be rejuvenated? Can't you just get rejuvenated with a cup of coffee or something??"

I would not recommend watching Dr. 90210. Ever.

tgfff (thank god for flip flops)

I spent this last week working NeoCon. An event that generally consists of furniture girls gone wild, and designers who spend an inordinate amount of time staring longingly at the flowing locks of this guy:

Unfortunately during events like this one, the sum total of my entire vocabulary usually winds up degenerating into only 2 words. Flip Flops.

Conversations basically went like this all week long:

Coworker: "Sarah, what do you feel like doing??"
Sarah: *long stare* "Flip flops"
Coworker: "Dinner first?"
Sarah: "No, jeans. And flip flops."
Coworker: "Dancing later?"
Sarah: "Does that involve standing? No, sitting. And flip flops."
Coworker: (while out dancing) "How did you get into the club?"
Sarah: *confused stare*
Coworker: "They're not letting people in with sandals."
Sarah: "I winked at the doorman. Not a chance in hell I'm wearing anything that resembles a stiletto."
Coworker: "But seriously, flip flops?"
Sarah: "Mmmmmmhmmmmm"

scrubbing m'face off

Has anyone yet experienced the wonder that is the Nutritioniste Regenerating Micro-Polishing Kit? When the line first came out, I mocked it for its faux french branding. So like the sucker I am, I bought it. All $17.99 of it for 4oz of scrubbity goodness. I am a marketers dream come true. I believe in spontaneous purchase decisions based largely on the hotness of the packaging. And yes, I know full well that it's overpriced and vain but that wont stop me from forking over half my paycheck if a product will provide the promise, or at minimum imply the possibility, of looking like my my cheeks crawled off a baby's butt and stuck to my face. Anyway, so I used it. And I swear to you I followed the directions exactly. Everything appeared to be going well until I glanced up in the mirror and I kid you not thought "oh sweet jesus, I scrubbed my face off". I have never, ever in my life, seen such red skin and that includes the time mistook SPF 5 for SPF 45 and fell asleep in the sun.