1. On the way to work the other day, a guy on a Harley passed me. A big guy on a Harley. Nice Harley. Big guy. Bald head. Sleeveless Harley shirt. Big muscles. Did I mention he was a big Harley-riding guy?
Strapped on the back of his bike was Lamb Chop. Now I’m not sure if this was Lamb Chop’s idea of a good time or if the poor thing was being held against its will but…
I kinda fell in love with the big, bad, bald Harley guy.
2. I’ve also recently developed a big ol’ crush on Duff Goldman. I’ve been watching this show for a while and I don’t know — Duff just makes me smile. He has degrees in history and philosophy and in his own words, he’s ‘very sensitive’. Who knew big, bad, bald baker dudes were so complex?
Truth be told, I’m a little smitten with his entire bakery gang. I want to hang out with Mary Alice and get matching tattoos. Sort of.
3. I did not feel the love when the salesperson at the Clinique counter said, “And you’ll be wanting something for those dark circles and puffiness now, won’t you?” To which I replied, “Unless you’re handing out stress-free, non-insomnia-inducing jobs in your Bonus Days gift bags this time around, I doubt you can help me with that.” (Currently it is 2 AM and I’m sitting here blogging, so no, there was no such thing in the gift bag.)
4. But I am feeling good about the 15-minute Turnaround Mask or whatever it was called that I purchased there. I used it Thursday before work and it made my skin feel like velvet. (In a good way.) I want to get a big ol’ vat of the stuff and just soak in it every night.
And watch Ace of Cakes.
5. And yes, I bought the eye cream as well. Getting older is a gift. Not looking old is a very expensive uphill battle.
