Can You Tell I'm On My Third Cup Of Coffee?

Did you ever have one of those nights where you wake up around 3:30 am, and are WIDE AWAKE? And you start convincing yourself that you really got enough sleep, and are good to go, because you don't want to deal with the hassle of tossing and turning and finding the cool side of the pillow and freaking out about the fact that you have to get up in x number of hours? So you get up and eat cheese and crackers, and a few mini frozen Twix bars for good measure, and then decide that maybe you are still sleepy? And then, immediately after finally falling back asleep (or so it seems, anyway), your alarm goes off, and you feel like death? Yeah, that's where I'm at right now. Consequently, I apologize in advance if this post seems...I guess "disjointed" is the nicest way to put it. ***** First of all, I knew you guys would hook me up with good music. Many thanks. :)

Also, per your comments, it seems that I'm going to have to do my karaoke "Total Eclipse of the Heart" sooner rather than later. Hey, you know what would be fun? One of my fellow karaoke lovers (Whiskeymarie? Whoorl? Gorillabuns? I'm looking at you.) should come to NY and we can go record my performance together! It will save J the embarrassment of last time.

Finally, you'd indicated that you would, in fact, like to see a picture of my anniversary gift. J got me the most gorgeous diamond dangly earrings. Ooh! Wouldn’t Diamond Dangle be a great male porn star name? Like, for some cheesy dude in the 70s? With a mullet? And a bushy mustache? I can see it now: “Come on out and see Saturday Night Beaver, starring Diamond Dangle!”

Oh, Lord.

How did I get from talking about my anniversary present to THAT??

Without further ado, here's the gift:

Dear Internet Friends,

Please invite me to some sort of fancypants soiree so that I have a reason to wear these. If not, I’m going to get desperate and somehow rationalize wearing them to the supermarket like a crazy person.

Thanks,

Me

Moving on; it’s bargain beauty review time!

It’s winter. It’s cold out, and your apartment building's management has apparently set the thermostat to “broil” in order to accommodate the many crotchety old people who live there. Despite your best efforts, it seems that the weather outside and the dry heat inside have conspired to make your lips chapped to the point that it looks like you ran a cheese grater over them. It’s…not pretty. What to do?

My suggestion is Burt’s Bees Replenishing Lip Balm with Pomegranate Oil. It’s one of the best straight-up balm sticks I’ve found in quite a while. (Sephora makes the best potted balm I’ve ever found, but sadly, it lacks the convenience of a stick.) This balm is basically sheer with a whisper of pink tint. It smells like…hmm. You know what it smells like, actually? Welch’s Mixed Fruit fruit snacks. I can’t be any more specific than that. It’ll run you about $3, and you'll have lush, moisturized lips in no time.

I was going to do a Thanksgiving recap, but the week got away from me, and it seems sort of silly to do over a week later, no? One of the reasons for this week flying by is that in a recent fit of nostalgia, J purchased some of our favorite 80’s movies, and we've spent the past few nights watching them. Poof! Goodbye, free time! We were immediately sucked in. I must say, however, that movies still hold up. J’s pick was Can’t Buy Me Love, and mine was Adventures in Babysitting. (Anyone who’s seen the latter: Did you have any idea that “Thor” was Vincent D’Onofrio??)

And so now comes the interactive part: What was your favorite 80’s movie? (In the interest of full disclosure, in addition to Adventures in Babysitting, Annie was most definitely at the top of my list.)

Have a lovely weekend!!