June 22, 2008

Whoring myself out for L'Oreal

I like mascara. OK, I'm obsessive about mascara - it's a kind of sickness. I'll try anything and everything, have zero brand loyalty and will sell myself out to the newest product that promises to be the best. Today I finally found some of the tubing kind, which has taken a while to make it to Australia. So of course I had to buy it and then try it out the minute I got home.

Oh. My. God.

I love this stuff. I love it with big pink puffy hearts. I would skip in slow motion through a field of daisies with this. I would take it on candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach. If I was stranded on a desert island, this is what I would choose to take. (Of course then I'd be stuck there because a smart person would have chosen a boat instead, but at least I'd have the hottest damn lashes on the island. Which is important for morale among the other castaways.)

This mascara is just amazing. It works incredibly well, doesn't smear or flake at all, and is ridiculously clean and easy to take off. Go buy some now. It will change your life, I promise.

(Note to L'Oreal execs: you can send the free case of mascara to my home address, thanks. We'll have a beautiful life together.)

June 16, 2008

I have the plague

OK maybe not the actual plague, but a pretty nasty cold - I'm expecting these guys to be along any minute now:

It's bad enough I had to call in sick to work today, which I seldom do - and wow, did I ever feel like a loser, since I've only been there a month.

June 15, 2008

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mr. Steven B. Klinsky

Yesterday I came across this story in the NY Times about a luxurious Fifth Avenue residence designed to spark the imaginations of the young children in the family. The architect incorporated a secret treasure hunt into the design of the apartment, complete with ciphers, puzzles, detailed contraptions and it's very own novel (reminiscent of The Da Vinci Code) to help provide clues toward solving the mystery.

How freaking cool is that? When I was a child, I'd have thought I'd died and gone heaven. Hell - I'd still think that. Obviously, I need to get myself adopted by these people, stat.

June 9, 2008

Open Season

Now that we're married, it's turned into open season on the personal questions front...so for once and for all, here are the answers:

So how's married life? Um...the same? Only now I have an extra ring.

Have you made your husband breakfast yet? Sure. Right after I clean the whole house and then bring him his slippers and a drink. He even has a bell to ring so he can summon me. I've studied The Good Wife's Guide.

Are you changing your name?
Not fully. I've added Ben's name to the end of mine, giving me two last names (sans hyphen), but I'm not dropping my maiden name entirely. It's surprising how strongly people have reacted to this, many of them negatively. I don't understand this - not changing my name doesn't make us any less married or committed to our relationship (if a name change was all it took for a successful marriage, then the divorce rate should be considerably lower), and it in no way hurts or emasculates Ben (if he was that insecure, I wouldn't have married him in the first place). I like my name, so I'm keeping it.

Well then what will you name your children? You don't want them to have a different name than you! Our kids will have both surnames. And no, we don't think this will be difficult or confusing - both our names are fairly short and easy to spell. In some some cultures, children are given far more names than the standard three used in the USA, and never seem to have any problems; I have faith that our kids will be intelligent enough to cope with one extra. (Side note: no one ever considers that kids don't automatically have to take the father's surname. Maybe they'd have my name and Ben's name would be different. I'm just sayin'.)

Are you pregnant yet? No. Are you? And since when did the contents of my uterus become public grounds, anyway?

Then when are you having children? When you start paying our bills. Honestly, I don't think our sexy time schedule is anyone else's business. Neither of us have been infected by baby rabies - children may be a blessing, but it's not one we want just yet, because we take seriously all the responsibility that creating another human brings with it.

You win again, gravity!

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