This picture has nothing at all to do with this post, but seeing as today is Friday I thought I would throw it in here anyway. Actually, considering the random nature of this post, I guess it actually fits right in.
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Anyway, I’ll have a new post for you next time, but it’s the end of the month so I thought I would let you know that I have FOUR different posts for you to click on and read today instead.
First over on YourTango we’re talking love, toxic friends and oversharing:
10 Beautifully Unexpected Ways Husbands Proposed to Their Wives
10 “Toxic” Friends You Need to Remove From Your Life
Dear Internet Oversharers: Get Off Facebook, Get See a Therapist
I’m also resharing this piece I wrote last year because given everything going on right now–and just the fact that winter doesn’t help with depression–it still seems really applicable. Maybe someone else can relate, so there’s that.
And finally, if you fear someone is going to get close enough to your ass and your crotch to notice some redness or bumps and you have an extra $200 or so laying around, then there’s still time to schedule your “Vajacial” and “Shiny Hiney” services before bathing suit season.
That’s right! Facials for your front and your back doors! I know you’re all intrigued at this point, so head on over to In The Powder Room and read all about it….no, really. I’m not kidding. Butt facials. Go check it out and I’ll see you back here next week.
Spa Treatments For Your What Now?
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Butt facials? Oh dear.
You had me at “shiney hiney”.
I have a hard enough time keeping my annual appointment with the gyno, so I doubt vajacials are in my future.
On another note, I have a Victim and a combo Judge and Wishy-Washer in my life, which makes things infinitely more irritating. The Victim of course is the one which I want to run screaming from or help all at the same time. Problem is, they don’t want help. They just want to be the victim. Le sigh.
That’s how casual Friday SHOULD be, damn it!