I have a stalkerish obsession with Dr Pepper lip gloss. We have been together since college. And while he is mainly a fling and provides no deep substance, he has been in the background of my love life for ages. So you can imagine the emotional break down that occurred when our Walgreen and CVS stopped carrying my lover. Even Target had empty shelves. I was wondering all of Georgia like a meth addict needing my next fix. I was a shell. An empty shell. heart-broken. Barren. And alone. And with dry bland lips.So I sent out an SOS -- and boy was there a response!! My blog readers begin to send my lover to me in waves.
LinderLoo sent the stand-by. My faithful missionary lover. And I went to bed with him that night.
But them she sent me this new sassy trio. THREE sexy Italian lovers? Be still my beating heart.
And can I also say this is all new never seen before? HEAVEN HELP ME!
My BFF Feather sent me a MEGA stick -- you know. The big daddy.
More is better, ladies.
Why is it that your dad always picks out the stable traditional man?
More is better, ladies. And my dear sweet father? 
Uhm exsqueeze me? 
Uhm exsqueeze me? 
5 comments:
I think we ARE related. That is SO like my Dad!
Funny :)
Chicken Poop? NO THANK YOU!
i like your dad!
CG - this post is adorable! I still have a bag of lipsmakers from highschool that I refuse to get rid off...I love the sugar cookie :)
That is the funniest thing I think I've ever seen. At least it wasn't Dog Poop lipgloss!
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