"But is he Tom Selleck hot?"

Last week I met my friends Catherine and Rhonda for drinks.  

If the cosmos hadn't been so free-flowing I might remember more details about the story but here's the gist:

Rhonda:  I was dating this guy who's older than I'm normally attracted to but he was super hot

Catherine:  But is he Tom Selleck hot?

Me:  Baa ha ha ha! (spraying delicious cosmo droplets while I guffaw)

Rhonda:  Did you just say that?  Did you just use Tom Selleck as the gauge of hotness?

Catherine:  Yes (but said sheepishly)

So there you have it, gentle readers.  Tom Selleck.  Who knew?

Yes, I have a pepaw crush - my heart belongs to Tommy Lee Jones.  Smart and Southern?  Yes, please!  

But would I use TLJ as my gauge for hotness?  Nah - that's reserved for Scott Baio.

I need this

I thought I had a pretty good life until I saw this.  Now it's entirely too clear what my life has been missing:  a scarecrow toilet cozy set.  Will somebody please buy this for me and make my life complete?

Fisting. It's the new black.

Fisting. Lately it's everywhere.

I remember back in the day (2007 was it?) when it seemed like Michael and I were the only ones that talked about it (on a daily basis...). And we still do. Um, yeah...

It's only a matter of time before it becomes a competition event on Rock of Love Tour Bus. Hi oh!

CrocsFest2009

I spent last weekend in Hawaii.  Honolulu to be exact.  The weather was great.  Had a fabulous time.  Saw and did many things.  

The one thing I wish I could erase from my memory is the number of people wearing Crocs.  Yes, Crocs.  You've seen them, yes?  Those rubber (plastic?) clog-esque "shoes" that come in a rainbow of colors and make your feet look positively atrosh.

I thought that it was upsetting enough to see random individuals "rocking the Crocs" but this trip exposed me to a new level of Croc-ation Nation:   Families in Crocs.  Ay dios mio...

Seriously.  I can't tell you how many times I saw this.  Mom, Dad and any number of offspring rocking the Crocs.  Sometimes they even added charms or some other personal adornment.  Um, cute?

Don't get me wrong.  I'm not saying I've never fallen victim to an awful shoe trend (don't get me started on the 80s jelly shoes) but my entire family never wore matching shoes.  What is going on here?  All I know is that it's a world I don't want to live in.  I don't think this family Croc-ation Nation is popular here in Oakland but I plan to stop looking at the ground and people's shoes just in case.  I simply can't bear the visual assault.

Is this a hint?

I was at the pharmacy next to Trader Joe's (Rockridge) yesterday.  I think it's called Pharmacia?  Pharmacaca?  Pharmaldahyde?  Whatever...

The lady (her name tag read "Regina - esthetician") working there was helping me find a facial scrub.

Then she suggests I try out some face powder.  Oh - I should have prefaced by saying I went in there totally fresh-faced.  Nothing but sunscreen and rosacea (and a pimple or two) on my face.  So, yeah - she suggests powder and I don't object.  I don't have to buy it and it can't hurt to have a dewy, shine-free finish on my skin when I head to Trader Joe's for my grocery shopping.

As Regina - esthetician is leaning over my face applying powder she says "I also do brow waxing if you're interested".  Um, OK.  How does one respond to that?  It's clear I don't currently wax my brows so she's not suggesting it as an option for "maintenance".  So clearly she's implying that my natural brows are unsightly, right?  

What's a girl to do?  I wasn't born with sparse, chola-esque brows.  Nor do I have a unibrow.  I don't think it's wrong to have natural, middle of the road brows.  Is it?

Happy birthday, Jemmy Pilsner!

Today Jemmy is another year older, another year sillier and another year closer to the inevitable Rheumatoid Thrustitis.  Shame...

What is Rheumatoid Thrustitis, you say?  You'll have to ask Elsie.  But it has something to do with being an aged teen idol, working on a cruise ship and spreading your loving around the ship...

Last night we had a delightful dinner and movie night at Loraine's house.  Unfortunately for Loraine she invited me, Jemmy and Elsie (aka The Tourette Triplets).

I can't tell you the things that came out of our mouths (though those of you in the inner circle can surely ascertain how base and grody it got).  We all laughed so hard our bellies hurt - and that's what really matters, right?

Super Broker Shuffle

Which of these brokers will be my next baby daddy? I think it's the guy who starts rapping @ 1:01. What do you think?