But first!Time for some self-pimping.
Let me just grab my pimp hat…
..Ah, there we go!
*Donning pimp hat*
As I’d mentioned earlier (in a fit of panic), Y asked me to write a guest post on her blog; I’m not going to come right out and say that you should go check it out, but I will say this: If there was ever a time when you wondered to yourself, “Hey...how would Metalia handle being attacked by a lunatic pigeon?,” then this post will answer that question. With illustrations and photographs, to boot!
Now where’s my money, bitchezzzzz?!111!!1
Whoa! The pimp hat is too powerful!
*Removing pimp hat*
The guilt is quite literally keeping me up at night. And the reason I haven’t done it is because I’m trying to decide whether I need to spend my days and nights cranking out heartfelt, handwritten notes on stationery, as I did for our wedding, and his birth…
...If I can simply whip up one of these bad boys, which will include a picture of him surrounded by his pile of gifts, and a preprinted message.
I’d obviously write something more substantial than “Thanks, Yo!” But the matter at hand is whether it's even okay to do this when sending out thank you cards for a one-year-old’s birthday party, or if it's Simply Not Done, and I might as well sign up for this right now. Please advise. :)
As for the question I’d asked you in my last post (i.e., whether or not you’d care to hear a recommendation for a scented body cream), your response was a resounding YES.
And so, without further ado:
I very highly recommend Origins Spring Fever Body Souffle.
First of all, it’s a great cream…lotion. (Crotion?) I don’t know what to call it; it’s thicker than a lotion, but not as heavy as a cream. Hmm. Why don’t I just stick with their word, soufflé?
My point, before I got sidetracked, is that it’s fantastic at taking care of dry skin, and it absorbs beautifully, too. You know, unlike the baby oil I used to slather all over my legs during my later teenage years because Cosmo said that is was sexy, and that It Would Drive Him Wild With Desire!!! when in fact I just looked like I was on my way to an oil wrestling competition, and a veritable small army of insects met their doom on my glistening, sticky oiled legs each time I set foot outside. Curse you, Cosmo!
Uh…let’s move on to the fragrance, shall we?
Origins describes it as a combination of “artemisia, apple, marigold, linden blossom, tangy mandarin, lush cypress, and watermelon.”
Now, I have no earthly clue what artemisia is, nor do I know what cypress and linden smell like. But I do know this: This stuff smells fabulous. Despite the many fruits listed in the description, it’s not overly fruity or cloying at all; in fact, it has a very fresh, clean fragrance. It’s perfect for summer, when you don’t want to wear anything heavy, or for people (like my friend S) who don’t wear perfume. (…But who I convinced to try this, whereupon she fell promptly in love with it.)In other news, today I had two iced coffees, one Raspberry Mocha Frappuccino (mmm!) and the most darling little bottle of Diet Coke. (Hi, Angella!) I don't even like Diet Coke but it was a tiny little bottle! I was powerless against the cuteness! As you may have surmised, the unfortunate side effect of my unprecedented caffeine overload is that I am WIRED. I hate to think of what could happen:
Uh oh. Come to think of it, I am getting a little excited. Yeesh. I'd better watch myself.