This weekend I spent more than any self-respecting human should on a series of facials. Why? Remember how the manicurist mistook me for Renee's mom? No? Well I do. As a result of that fateful comment I'm off of tea lattes and kombucha for the next six months. Not to mention that I am foregoing the camera I was going to buy for my Argentina trip since some very lame person left her old one on a plane and an even lamer person didn't turn it in. Anyway, no camera which means you won't be able to see how great my skin will look in Argentina but trust me it's good.
Stupid BCS. And Angela, OU??? OU? Tell me you're kidding and I'm just too slow to get it.