i wish...

Go Dawgs. Beat LSU.

sickos.

Minus the furry white creature that I feed and pet, I am no mother. And while Sophie does consume most of my free time and I painfully agonize over what she will be for Halloween, I have yet to be with child and far is the day when I plan my mornings around breastfeeding.

I can imagine that being a mother is a rather tough job, so please, all you mothers (or soon to be), do not think that I do not appreciate all you do: Pick the kids up from day care, drop the kids off, feed the kids, give the kids their baths, dress the kids, put them to bed, throw their dirty diapers out the car window.

You heard right. I try to imagine a scenario where this would be okay, but one has yet to come to mind. Let me be the first to say I know babies can produce an astronomical amount of poo and your immediate response after seeing such a mess might be to get rid of it the fastest way you know how. The first time I changed little Henry's, I was blown away by not only the color of his poo, but also the fact that he produced more poo in volume than his very own body weight. It was truly amazing. Ever since then I have been fascinated with babies' poo.

WhatI am not fascinated with is this: Getting out of my car and nearly stepping on a stranger's poopie diaper.

The other night Trey and I met our friends Toby and Kate at a nice restaurant here in town for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation. It was a fabulous night, pefect for middle of the week entertainment. However, the evening started off... well... a little stinky.

I steped out of my car and was approximately three inches from what appeared to be a very poopie diaper.

Naturally, I took a picture of the evidence in hopes that a Hattiesburg reader is out there and will confess to committing such a crime.

Really. My shoes were almost covered in some stranger's mess. If you look closely you can see the tip of my shoe: proof of what a close call it was.

MOTHER TIP OF THE DAY: Please, for the sake of cute shoes everywhere: dispose properly of your children's waste.

Birthday girl!

Shout out to my cousin on her birthday: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BROOKLEE!
(pictured to the right with our other cousin, Cooper)

I can not believe she is in the 9th grade this year. HOW and WHEN did this happen? When she was little, we thought she might grow up to be the next "brat child". (I told you that is the nickname my family lovingly refers to me as, didn't I?) Her cute little red-headed self always said and did the funniest things. We thought for sure that my reign as family brat-child would die and the crown would be passed to this little one.

But then she grew up! Into the SWEETEST girl! Seriously. Total sweetheart. So precious.
Bottom line: I still hold the crown of being the family brat. Oh well.

Brooklee, I hope you have a FABULOUS day! Do back tucks and backhandsprings (and whatever else you do) until your heart's content! Trey and I look forward to coming a football game this fall to watch you cheer!

I LOVE YOU!!

Our Mexico Trip

Silly me. I forgot to post pictures from our recent trip to south of the border! Here is a video clip from our vacation. It was SO much fun! Make you say "ole!"!
Happy Monday!

Goin' to da' club

School is back in session. There are students everywhere, which makes for an interesting walk around campus.

Often times I am mistaken for a student here at Southern Miss. Case point #1: While taking pictures of the sorority girls moving in to their new house I was asked which one I pledged. I responded "Kappa Delta," -insert long pause here- "In 2001 at State."

I especially get the "what year are you" on Fridays, which has been coined "Casual Fridays" by the boss-man. This means I get to throw my skirts and blouses to the wayside and wear blue jeans.

Today I was walking from the union back to my office in my jeans when a young gentleman approached me. Now, I am not one for judging and stereotyping people before I know them, but if I had to guess: this man was not named Bill or Thomas. I am going to go ahead for the sake of the story and name him "JaVante". Now, JaVante had long dreads. Very yeah man-Jamaican-like. Anyway, JaVante was standing on the sidewalk handing out small flyers. As I walked by, he approached me with his flyer saying "All the new students will be here". Cool. Count me in. Can my husband come too? I took the flyer without speaking and put it in my purse. I was on a mission after all - Lunch. No time to read nonsense flyers.

It wasn't until I got back to my office that I took the time to read what this fine man, JaVante, was passing out. Information about "CLUB NASHVILLE".

First of all, if the mental picture of a honkey-tonk country bar comes in your head, get it out immediately. I do not think that Club Nashville is such a place. No,readers, by the looks of the flyer, Country music will not be played in this Nashville bar.

Now I realize that I may not be the hippest chick in Hattiesburg, but I have never heard of CLUB NASHVILLE in all my life. If you readers out there are familiar, please fill me in. I am out of the know. I shall not describe in detail the pictures that were on these flyers for fear that my blog will be reported, but I will go ahead and say that very voluptuous females in minimal clothing drinking what appeared to be some sort of glow-in-the-dark martini were the main attraction. The best part of Club Nashville? " Ladies get in for $2.00 all night". Score. Cheap date for Trey! DJ Sweat is performing tonight at this fine establishment which only means one thing: a rockin' good time.

I haven't discussed this with Trey, but I think it's safe to say:
CLUB NASHVILLE HERE WE COME!

I want to hassel the Hoff

Last night the winner was announced on AGT. I am fairly certain that I am the only normal person who enjoyed this show in the way that I did: I planned my night around the finale. I guess that is what having no cable does to you. I was so nervous as Jerry Springer prolonged the announement of the winner's name. The winner? The ventriloquist. I always thought these people to be strange, almost scary, but this guy (Terry is his name) is really good. I am proud of him. Way to go.

I tried to make Sophie talk to Trey last night without moving my mouth, but I failed miserably. I guess Terry really does have talent. Trey told me I should stick to my original plan, which brings me to my next subject: my game show debut.

DOND (deal or no deal) is a horrible and very annoying show that comes on NBC. It will be back on in a few weeks and I can't wait. I printed off my application last fall and worked diligently on it for quite some time. I never sent it in. It was not out of fear that I did not follow through with this, but because I was never satisfied with my application video. Yes, you were to make a video of yourself. Trey said that he would not be embarrassed if I was on the show, even if I acted a fool, as long as I brought home the bacon. I mean, no talent is required here, simply guessing. I am no gambler, so the way I see it I would have been guaranteed a sum in the triple digits.

Perhaps I shall try again for next season, but in the meantime there is a new show I want to be on: The Singing Bee with the dude from Backstreet Boys. It is terrible with a capital T, and I love it. I am so amazing at this show. Really; you would be impressed. I know most all words to the songs and even do a little dance with them. I asked Trey if it would embarrass him if I was on the show. He said no, that he is over any embarrassment that could ever occur from things I do. What does that even mean?

So, if you are tuned into NBC during the week, watch out for me: I am about to make my game show debut...

no camera baby blues.

I am happy to report that Dean will not be making an appearance anywhere close to Hattiesburg. Whew. Close call. At least the Skaggs family is prepared for whatever comes our way. Nuclear attack? We are ready with our flashlights and dogfood in hand. Bring it.

Yesterday I went to Clinton to see the cutest little thing in the world, Henry, of course. I haven't seen him in almost a month which is unacceptable anyway you look at it. He is cuter than I imagined. I think he loves me more now, too. When I got there he smiled and held out his arms for his Aunt Heather. I melted. I am really worried that I won't be able to love a child more than this one. I have talked to my mother about this concern of mine, but she has assured me that when I have a child of my own I will love him/her/it more than I could ever imagine. I will just have to wait and see about that. I don't know if it is possible. When Henry smiles wide-mouthed showing his two bottom teeth and I swear I would do anything for him. He is such a big boy now! Crawling everywhere...and so fast! He does not like to sit still anymore. He is a very active little boy. We were playing in his play room and he crawled over to his toy chest, pulled himself up to standing position and proceeded to pull all his toys out one by one and threw them onto the floor. Smart kid. I am pretty sure that's advanced for a 9 month baby. I don't know, I am no doctor, I just report as I see it. He also likes to eat...a lot. Kid after my own heart.

Why no pictures, you ask? Because I am a ding-bat and left my camera. I called Trey and asked if he would meet me half-way between H'burg and Jackson and he said no. Can you believe that? He wouldn't leave work to bring me my camera for my afternoon visit. Oh well. His cuteness is forever embedded into my brain. You readers will just have to wait.

I bought him the cutest little onesie a couple of weeks ago and finally was able to give it to him. He loved it, I am sure. He looked so cute in it. Check out the site where I ordered it: http://www.babyfacedesign.blogspot.com/. TOO CUTE! She did a great job on it. He looked adorable. His is green with the blue writing, and says Henry, of course.

In birthday news: I stupidly (is that a word? should be) reported that Ronnie and Amy's birthday was on Friday of last week. It wasn't. It was on Saturday. Trey knew all along and let me post a birthday poem anyway without telling me of my mistake. Sweet boy. SOO...Amy and Ronnie, I hope that SATURDAY was a fabulous birthday! Your cards are still on the way! I just know how hard it is to come down from a birthday high, so I am prolonging the festivities.

why hello, dean.

I have never really been one for bad weather. In fact, I think it's safe to say that I am somewhat terrified of this natural occurance. I am okay with it as long as I am 1) at home with my family, and by that I mean EVERYONE in my family and 2) am not in the car. If I am driving when a storm hits, it's not a good day - for anyone involved.

Story time:

When I was a senior in high school a tornado (eh, "straight-lined wind") hit my hometown of Vegas. Las, you ask? Nah, Starkville. It was senior skip day, so no seniors were at the school, which in hindsight was actually a good thing - the school's roof blew off. So there I was crusing around town in my sister's 1988 white mazda 626 ("Driving bad, old cars will give you character. You will thank me later" - Daddy) when the storm hit. I couldn't see 2 feet in front of me. White sheet was all that was in my view. When I heard the crash of a tree falling directly in front of my car, I suddenly remembered what I had learned: When in a car during a tornado, get in the lowest point, a ditch, per say. Well, in my current state of mind, that seemed a little ridiculous, so I opened my car door (which blew off) and took off running. Literally. It was like a scene from Wizard of Oz, only there were no munchkins. (thank goodness) So I ran and ran until I found a house that I recognized and started banging on the door. I was safe, but still away from my fam. I believe this incident only escallated my fear of bad weather.

Fast forward 5 years: Katrina. Never before had hurricanes really bothered me. I mean, last time the Oktibbeha County Lake was affected by flooding waters I was just a small tot, so really this natural disaster has never been a concern of mine...until this happened: I married a coast man and he moved me to south mississippi - land o'hurricanes.

Ever since hurricane season started in June, I have been on gaurd. Toilet paper in bulk? CHECK. Canned foods? CHECK. non-electric can-opener? CHECK. Flashlight, batteries, dog food? CHECK, CHECK, CHECK. Bottles of H2O? Still trying to talk Trey in letting me buy such a non-green item. Anyway, you get my point. It doesn't even really matter if I have all that stuff - one sign of tropical weather in the gulf and I am loading Sophie up and heading to Starkville. I have no interest in "riding out a hurricane" or having a "hurricane patry". Party? Really? Please: Don't invite me. I will not come. My daddy didn't raise no fool. Besides, by the time the system enters the Gulf I will be 1/2 way down HWY 49 heading north. I will be out of reach.

Well now Dean has entered the picture. "But Heather, that is in Jamiaca, you live in Hattiesburg", you may be saying.

Don't you think I know that? BUT, I am not stupid and I will not be played a fool. NO chances will be made on my part. I already have my bags packed in the case that it is predicted to make land-fall somewhere on the gulf coast. I feel like I am an expecting mother waiting for her water to break to head to the hospital: I am just on pins and needles. When I see water in the future, I am taking my bags and heading north. Trey thinks this is crazy of me and states that a hurricane that will devestate Hattiesburg is a rare occasion and that Katrina was an exception.

I DON'T CARE.

Mom: Keep a watch out on the weather, If Dean comes in the gulf - I am coming your way. Please have a key lime pie waiting.

birthday wishes and buttercup dreams...

It is officially day one of a two day move-in weekend for the residence halls, which equalls to long days in the extreme heat. I have been videoing and picture taking most of the morning, but during my last trip to one of the freshmen halls it dawned on: TODAY IS AN IMPORTANT BLOG DAY - i must put work aside and take the time to blog.

So here I am.

Today is the day-o-birth of two fabulous people: AMY (Trey's cousin) and RONNIE ( father-in-law extraordinaire)

So in light of the day that brought us these two fine people, and in lieu of fine presents and gifts, I have written a double poem:

Oh Birthday people, how hot today is
I am sweating outside, it is so les-mis.
But today, even with heat, is a special time

to wish OH HAPPY DAY to two friends of mine:

Ronnie, Ronnie, you are the man
Trey and I are your biggest fan
Happy thoughts and wishes are sent your way
hoping you have the most wonderful day.

Amy, sweet Amy, may your day shine so bright
I hope your presents are just out of sight.
Make your mama bake a cake just for you
'Cause Trey and I think for cousin Amy, only the best will do.

These kids, found on google.com, wish you a HAPPY DAY!

HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY , RONNIE AND AMY!!!

Post Script: You both do, indeed, have cards on the way, and by "on the way" i mean they are sitting on my kitchen counter. Fair warning: I spilt Clorox on them, so they are kinda messy now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

information highway

1) it is so hot. Not like a little hot. Not like "oh I may need to wear shorts"-hot. NO. like "i think I need to stay inside and stay naked"-hot. 106 degrees in the 'burg. that's not even heat index. Add that and you get about 112. Global Warming, perhaps? You decide. I'm not Al Gore; I don't have all the answers. But perhaps the lady from Texas who was in line in front of me at Target does:

red-neck lady: "It's hot here. I mean, I ain't never been in such heat and I am from Texas"

Husband/boyfriend/baby-daddy: "It's global warming, ain't it!"

red-neck lady: "There ain't no such thing. I ain't going to go off believing all that bull-s." (in front of illegitimate children, no less.)

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. On to the next subject.

2) Is it a requirement for the ladies at the tax office to be mean and misserable? I mean, I know they are not having fun, but if we are all honest here, neither am I so just give me my car tag and let's be on our way. Seriously. No smiles from these ladies. I even tried to throw in a little joke. I got nothing. She didn't even look up from her computer. She just handed me a piece of paper to sign and asked for pratically my life savings for a car tag.

I am thinking about sending her flowers are something. I wanted to ask her "Hey, is everything ok in your life? I mean, is there something you would like to talk about?" because from the looks of all the ladies behind the counter each one had just lost their favorite pet, all their money at the casino, and their nicest pair of panties. These people were a sad sight. Yes, I am most definitely sending them all a happy tomorrow. They need a little light in their life. Perhaps I can take my show tunes to their office and practice. That should do it.

The musical star and the car-dealer

So Baby-Doll and Ron-Ron weren't too sure about their names, understandably so. Sophie is still thinking about it.

On Sat. afternoon Mrs. Peggy (the mother-in-law) treated me to lunch and a movie with Trey's Aunt and cousin. So fun. THANKS, MRS. PEGGY! We saw Hairspray which only added to my love for all things musical. I have secretly wanted to star in a musical for quite sometime now and although I cannot sing, I plan on pursuing this one day. That along with becoming Snow White at Disney World. I have a busy life planned. I will let you know how that turns out. I bought the Hairspray soundtrack to practice for my big debut.

I have not gotten any better and Trey is already a little sick of the show tunes. Oh well.

In other news, the Skaggs family purchased a new vehicle this weekend. This was no small feat, mind you. No, Trey turned into some sort of negotiating professional as we (he) talked our way down $1,000s of dollars. I loved my Camry and found no need to trade it in, but money-man turned negotiator felt differently. "The warrenty is almost up. We can refinance and have a lower monthly payment on a new car". What-ev. Just let me know where to sign.

Needless to say, we got to the Honda dealership in Gulfport Friday around 5:00. By 8:30 when Trey was fighting his way for a $15.00 lower payment per month, I knew that it was not going to be an easy task. So he slept on it. He slept on $15.00 more a month. Really? I am so thankful for him; I would have taken the first offer. Anyway, long story short, we decided against the Civic Hybrid. We would have to drive 500,000 miles to justify the price difference, as since I don't plan on driving to Egypt and back anytime soon, it did not seem worth it. So we bought an Altima. I love it. I just think it's cool because it has a push-start button. I mean, you don't even need a key! Just push a button. Cool. Trey likes it because we got an amazing deal and low, low interest. I am glad he knows what he is talking about.

Moral of the story: Trey now thinks he is a professional car shopper with impeccable negotiating skills and told me on the way home that he can't wait to do it again. Geez.

(L) saying good-bye to the Camry. (supposed to be a sad/kissy face. Turned out a little ghetto. oops)

(R) Saying HELLO to the new car!

weekend trips and grandparent names

I am so excited about this weekend...we are off to the coast to see Trey's mom and dad. We haven't seen them in so long. Each time we stay at their house I end up falling asleap on a couch way too early. Their house is just so cozy! So, needless to say, I am very much looking forward to a good nap at some point during the stay.

This morning I asked Sophie if she wanted to go see "GiGi and Pops". Trey looked at me like I was stupid, thus resulting in a converstaion about what our dog calls his parents. See, my parent's already have grandparent names. The grand-dogs call them "t-Mack" and "Mama Lita" and Henry -the actual grandson - calls them "Grandaddy" and "Mama Lita". I mean, Henry doesn't call them anything right now, but that is the name that has been given to them.

But Sophie is the first grandchild (or grand-dog) on Trey's side of the family, so I have taken the job very seriously on naming them for future grandkids and grand-dogs. Afterall, Sophie is an excellent writer and writes on all birthday and holliday cards. She must know the proper name to address her grandparents.

We discussed this for a good while this morning as we were getting ready for work. I would say names while talking to Sophie and would look at her expression to see which name she liked the best.

A few we went through: Nannie, Papa, Pops, Memaw, Paw, Gigi, Baby Doll, Lucky, Ron-Ron, Honey.

Our house guest, Morgan, added a few names as well. Thanks, Mo! This only added to Trey's hatred of the morning conversation.Trey was so annoyed/freaked out by the whole conversation that he wouldn't talk for the remainder of the morning. He just went outside and watered the plants. Which, I have included a picture of one of our potted plants. When Trey's mom (the garden queen) gave this plant to us, it was nothing more than a tiny little leaf. Now look at it! It grew a flower!! Just call me "green thumb Heather". (really Trey, I just take pictures)

"I'm coming your way, Baby Doll and Ron-Ron!" -Sophie

political party crash

Trey and I have friends in high places. that's right. One friend is the republican nomination for State Rep. in Forrest County (shout out to TOBY!) Another friend is in the run-off to become the republican candidate for a district in Petal. GO CHAD! Anyway, so Tuesday night Chad's family and friend's gathered at his parent's home to watch the polls. The food was amazing. Once again, friend's in high places: another dear friend is opening a restaurant here in the 'burg in the next month or so, so he catered this fabulous event. (throw in my plug for Caliente coming soon to Hardy Street)

At this point I shall set the scene:

The party was thrown at the home of Chad's mom and dad and was beauitful. Decorated precisely. Every picture, vase, and do-dads were placed exactly where they belonged. It was gorgeous and decorated with an American theme just for the party. People everywhere. Kids, adults, teenagers. everything. we were all having a grand ole' time.

The polls were coming in and each time the phone rang everyone became silent as we anticipated another result. Things were looking good. Chad was in the lead.

Once we all realized that Chad's lead was pretty secure, everyone (all 70 people) continued to enjoy the fabulous food and fellowship. It was getting pretty loud.

At this point, I, "oh clumsy one", was standing in the living room chatting with one of Trey's old friends. Yes, when I talk I use all limbs. Arms flare and hands are raised, but honestly in my defense, I was being calm. This was, afterall, a political party in a stranger's home.

This is when it happened. I stepped back to allow another friend to make his way through the crowd when a loud crash emerged from the chatter and phone ringing. The room went silent as they starred in my direction. You could have heard a pin drop.

I had broken a big beautiful vase. I turned around in hopes to find a non-breakable glass vase in a beautiful ornate design lying on the brick hearth unphased by the hard fall it took, but instead my worst fears became a reality. It had shattered. Trey heard the commotion from the next room and walked in to find me on the ground picking up the remains of what was once a beautiful focal point. He told me to stand in the corner and touch nothing.

The father of Chad, and owner of the vase no-less, smiled politely and told me not to think another thing about it. Sweet man. I had known him for no more than 2 hours and already I was destroying his beautiful home. The wife was not in the room at this time. I knew she would be the one to tell. Trey wouldn't know a nice vase from a dollar tree one, so I made the assumption that this nice gentleman might have been the same. I had to find the woman. I walked outside where she was standing with a group of church ladies and made my confession. She hugged me. I almost cried. She wouldn't let me pay her. (i offered all that I had, which pay day was last week, so she was in luck)

Anyway, so an aplogy letter is in the mail to this kind lady, but my question is this: what is the proper etiquette when you break a nice (probably expensive and probably antique) vase in a stranger's home??

Someone help me.

I am a clutz.

geology, geography, geometry

I was never good in any of the above subjects. Rocks? who cares. Numbers? COUNT ME OUT. but one thing that I really sort of wish I had paid attention to is geography. I mean, I know the good ole' US of A and I am above average at naming the county seats in each county in Mississippi, but my knowledge of this somewhat blah subject does not exceed too far past that.

Also history. Hated it. I mean, I liked it alright in high school but then I got to college and had a meanie stupid-head for a teacher. If you are out there reading this, Mr. Corey, I don't care. I am admitting now to the 4 page teacher evaluation that you recieved in 2002. That was me. There-- I said it.

Why am I talking such nonsense, you may ask? Simple. I have a little map at the bottom right hand corner of this here blog with red dots that show all the places where the adventures of the Skaggs family has been viewed.

One problem: I don't know which country is which. Embarassing? perhaps. I told Trey this problem and he said that it would do me good to learn them anyway and that he wasn't going to help. He then proceeded to tell me that one night he and a friend wanted to see how many countries they could list. They stopped at 179. When I told him that I could name no less than 20, but no more than 30, the conversation ended. He was ashamed.

Anyway, so I know Italy looks like a boot and stuff like that, but the small islands? Come on, readers, help me out.

My curiosity has gotten the best of me and I am very much interested in who is reading this thing from the far far east (or west, i don't know).

I am really pulling for Bangladesh. Anyone reading from Bangladesh? Yes? No?

So, readers, if you could name a country that has a red dot, it will be very much appreciated. Better yet, reveal yourself, you far-off reader. But regardless, I should have listened more carefully in school.

Thanks for your time.

We gonna party like it's yo birfday

Tomorrow is a wonderful day, I tell ya. For many reasons. The obvious one being that it is Saturday. But did you know that it is also Adelia's birthday?

So, Adelia, in honor of your upcoming birthday I have written a short poem.

Adelia, Adelia, or as some call you: "D"
Yes you are my cousin but you are so much more to me.
Growing up you put up with all my bratty ways
you were even my friend on my really bad days.

You are fun and funky and smart and sweet
You are the kind of person everyone wants to meet.
You and Laura have so much in common, that's true
But I would like to highlight a few things that I have in common with you.

First there is our grandmother - she is the same lady
Oh I know! We also both have a daddy.
We both were born in the state of Mississippi
And we both grew up with some type of doggie.

That's all I've got for us, I must not lie
But regardless, you'll be a very best friend 'til the day I die.
I am really glad we are cousins, but more, I'm glad your my friend,
because as friends and families go, you are truly a godsend.

So Happy Birthday to you, my sweet D!
I hope you know how special you are to me!!

LOVE YOU ADELIA! HOPE TOMORROW IS A BLAST!

That's just my baby daddy...

Yes, this nice lady to the left recently gave birth to her 17th little one. None were adopted, mind you. No, all seventeen youngun's were birthed naturally, and all have the same daddy.

They are also all home schooled. Oh, and all of their names begin with the letter J. I would never learn their names.

This woman has been pregnant for a total of about 17 years in the past 19 years. Think about it. She has not seen her feet in close to 2 decades.
Stop it. really.

I am all about a family, don't get me wrong, but 17 children? Really people, have a few kids (operative word being few) then get a dog perhaps. I have enough trouble raising Sophie...and she is a dog! I mean, if I had 17 children I would undoubtly forget to feed at least one of them a day and more than likely would lose a few on a trip to wal-mart.

I have nothing more to say.

Consumer's Guide

Good afternoon all. Every now and then I like to share great products with the readership. I only do this when I feel like something is really 'blog worthy'.

I have found yet another product that exceeds all blog-worthiness.

First of all I should preface the purchase of this product:I love Bobbi Brown make-up. I have shared this numerous times, but feel the need to say it again. I will argue with anyone who says there is no difference between wal-mart make-up and paying a little more for it. there is a difference. Don't be misled. you didn't think I look this great on my own, did you?

Only kidding.

Lately I have noticed extreme black circles under my eyes. I think I was starting to scare small children and the neighborhood dogs. I looked as though sleep was a distant memory, even after a restful 7 hours the night before. I was geting a little depressed.

I also noticed a little crow's feet around my eyes and asked my husband for Botox, but unfortunately he thought that was stupid. Which, I will be honest, I am thankful he said no. I hate needles.

Anyway, back to the point: I was doing a little Bobbi surfing on the web and came across this product and that I would give it a shot.

I kid you not: The first day I wore it I had two people comment on how "fresh" I looked. Of course I am not counting Trey, whom I made tell me that my eyes were young and youthful after applying the product. No, friends, people who knew nothing of my recent purchase commented on the appearance and brightness of my eyes.

So now I give you the product: Bobbi Brown Eye Brightener.
So if dark circles have gotten you a little down, give this a shot - You won't regret it.

In other consumer news, I recently bought Mr. Clean dis-infectant wipes with the new easy to dispense lid.

Amazing. Really. Come smell my kitchen counters.