imagine i've written something clever and edgy here. i'd have done it myself, but i've been marinating in lazy bastardy and can't be bothered.
geh...whenever i'd get sick as a child (which was often), my mom would make me gargle with a mixture of ACV and warm water. the very thought of drinking it makes me shudder.
the best use for ACV i've found is getting rid of fruit flies. just pour a few inches worth in a glass (or jar or whatever) and add a drop or two of dish soap to break the surface tension. leave the container out for a day or two, and the fruit flies will swarm in for some stanky goodness, only to sink helplessly to the bottom.
now *this* is a list of things i'll be doing for valentine's day. i think my husband will appreciate seeing my romantic side for once, especially after i've regurgitated the right kind of chocolate on to his shoulder.
i'd have thought that shannon's breed of choice would've been the bernese mountain dog. i seem to remember some sort of inferiority thing where kristi's dog got prettified with bows and nail polish.
my dad has always called it war paint, so i've taken to calling it that, too.
i used to be one of those girls that couldn't even run to buy a pack of smokes a block away without wearing make-up. nowadays, i'm just sort of 'meh' about the whole thing. i'll slap some on for special occasions and such, but otherwise, i can't be bothered...but oddly, it doesn't stop me from buying loads of prettificational stuff when the mood strikes. i've been doing that since before i was allowed to wear make-up. i'm such the product-whore. >.< whore-der?