It's called "OMB!" and is a GORGEOUS raspberry with sunset colored glass fleck.





Pictured with Adrian Brody and the word "MAN" subtly cropped in -- partly to appease any rage-prone Bieber haters, partly because I like Adrian Brody, or "Abes," or "A-Bro" as I call him.

Mardi party was awesome as usual. If you didn't go I hope you had a really good reason, like "I'm not awesome enough".

I was up til 3 the night before layering Jell-O, rolled out of bed at 11 AM, finished Jell-O stuff and packed everything up. I hit a local BBQ joint (I can't help myself, I knew I would be eating grilled things later but it's really good - Carolina Smoke BBQ in Country Village) and went to fetch Freddy and we drove up around 4, narrowly avoiding being hit by insane drivers on I-5. Very adventurous.

There were no potato guns this year which saddened me. There were seersucker shorts (Jimmy, who always wears the best pants/shorts) and A FEW Tabbings, although once again no one Tabbed/Iced me - I don't know whether to be relieved or feel unpopular and cry. I think next time I need to ice other people - there needed to be more of it. Jessica made a really good pasta salad and I had about four servings of it. Someone (I don't know who, but I need to find out) made really good cupcakes. I may have removed the bacon topping. I just wanted that frosting. God it was good.

I told him to wave. Aw!

Mardi made Irish Car Bombs and they did not get me trashed. Magic. The kids set off fireworks at the beach and came home with all ten fingers -- also magic. I made Jell-O shot cups and they seemed well-received, especially the ones with alcohol in them. Note to self: people like alcohol.

Those little dust balls are fireworks!

Then Freddy told Jessica and I scary stories and Jessica told Freddy and I scary stories (you guys scarred me for life), I got home at 4 AM and chased my cat around. That is not a euphemism. The cat likes to play hide and seek. Also not a euphemism. Oh, and Mardi gave me a party favor from her businessman's suitcase. THAT is a euphemism.

Woke up at noon, felt lucky for being able to take the day off. Now I'm lounging around drinking coffee, smelling like a bonfire while Brandon listens to podcasts (".NET? More like .NERD! Haw, haw!"). Later I'm going to another BBQ.

Thanks to Mardi for another amazing year and hey - we should all pool our resources and buy her an hour or two of Merry Maids. Not joking.

Sweet girls who get drunk and then start shit over nothing? Stop it! Bad!

If you are an overly sensitive/rude drunk, consider not getting drunk.

If you're a loud drunk that tells awesome stories that scare me, consider moving into my house and letting me feed you booze. ^_^

This has been a PSA.

I got some great photos. It was impressive how close it was.

( so bright )

Please have a look! I'm pretty proud of them. ^_^

Via popcultureicon:

I am thinking it's egg nog time. Is it egg nog time? I mean, I had coffee, pizza and Mexican food today, so it must be egg nog time.

Right?

I found an actually interesting store in Bellevue Square mall the other day: Moxie. All letterpress cards, all the time. And maybe one or two bits of other like Moleskine and Tokyo Milk lip balm. Frou frou.

I bought the octopus card this very icon is from! It says 'sucker for you'. I know. But it's cute.

While reading about some tiny scandal in the beauty corner of the internet, I came across this comment (to the OP) and it made me laugh like a horrible old Maggie Smith character:

“This is the most attention you’ve ever received. Enjoy it!"

I hate those commercials that promise to improve your hair or your youthfulness or the fabulousness of your penis. Unless it has shark cartilage in it or is banned in at least one country, I ain't buyin'!

Serious about the cartilage. I totally go for that.

I need to remember that when I adjust my egg nog intake, I must also adjust my exercise regimen. I'm not a very large person, but what there is of me is made up of two things.

1. Egg nog, and
2. Not being able to run from assailants

And I don't think it's a coincidence that my middle name is "Asthma". :(

Right now the only exercise I get is doing the victory dance when I win an internet argument. This does not happen often. I would include "driving around looking for an espresso stand that serves egg nog", but I have power steering and an automatic transmission.