I've plucked my eyebrows differently. OMG what does this mean? Waaaaaaaa, *panicked Jacqui runs flying around the room, calms down*. Does this mean I'm turning in to Shannen Doherty or Mellissa Joan Hart, or is my part of my brain melting, or am I seriously split between my left and right hemispheres? I think if you did one of those split face photographs I would look like two totally different people, both of them fabulous of course! Neh, just kidding, both of them weary and umm, I don't know what. Lack of sleep is frying my circuitry. Must apply lipstick.
We didn't get much office moving done today, but we managed to clean up and organize beau's old room. More moving tomorrow. Moving is scary, but then so is change. Change is good for us though, yop. I won't be able to hear my pretty patio fountain from my old office or see the squirrels playing in the trees. It's too late now though, we've torn down the shelves and spackled the walls. Gotta just move ahead.
Should I wear mascara? It's not like the dick play is going to make me cry. I hate the way it feels on my eyes though, no matter which brand. This one is Chanel sculpting mascara for fine lashes.
We invited Beau to go with us but he decided not to, that leaves us with an extra ticket, good, I won't have to sit next to someone I don't know. I'm weird that way. You know if my parents had asked me to go to a play about a couple of Aussie guys making pretzels of their cocks, I would have gone in a hot second. It's funny how conservative parents wind up with radical kids and vice versa. Beau will probably become a monk. Hey, just so long as he doesn't join the Taliban.
I'll tell you all about it when we get home, or maybe not, I have designs on Scott. If all of the swagger doesn't intimidate my monkey I am going to make him my little love slave.