At Five Guys, we met some cool women who happened to be deaf. And Peggy Sue happens to be a translator for the deaf. And so I got to learn some sign language, which was so cool. All the other Five Guys patrons were totally jealous, and for once in my life I felt like I was sitting at the cool kids' table.
We had to stop to buy vodka, because I was out of vodka, and that wasn't going to be good for anyone. Just so you don't think I'm developing a problem, you should know that I had actually only gone through one bottle of vodka in the entire time we've lived in our new house, which is now almost six months. We also had to stop at the pharmacy because I needed lipstick and pediatric enemas.
To recap: If you spend the day with Peggy Sue, you will meet cool, interesting people and learn a new language. If you spend the day with stark. raving. mad. mommy., you will shop for used clothing, vodka, lipstick, and pediatric enemas. I cannot believe she agrees to hang out with me, but she does.
I don't normally read Cosmo. In fact, I pretty much don't buy magazines at all anymore because I am too poor, too cheap, and too easily annoyed. I used to read Cosmo sometimes at the drugstore while waiting for my
But then I saw this month's cover. And it was so hilarious, I had to buy it, so that I could tell you about it and save you the $4.50.
This month's cover hollers, "Untamed Va-jay-jays: Guess What Sexy Style Is Back." I had no idea that there were pubic hairstyle trends, but there are. Trends, people. And if by untamed they mean not giving a damn unless it's a pool day, then I am all kinds of trendy right now.
I know a few of my friends get ::shudder:: Brazilian waxes. Personally, I find that I have enough surprisingly painful things happen to me that I don't really need to also pay a stranger to rip hairs out of very sensitive parts of my body. Also, I'm a little skeeved out by the whole looking-like-a-five-year-old scene. But, you know, whatev. To each her own.