Blogger HATES me. I have been trying to log on all this time and I haven't been able to. I thought I'd try this one last time and voila!!
I guess all my threatening works.
Damn, it's been busy!! Blondie 2's birthday was yesterday and we celebrated with cake at the office and loud singing -as you do.
So, before I get into the office, I call the birthday girl to wish her and I hear her whispering originally, but as the conversation goes on, she get's louder and louder.
B2: Aw Blondie, thanks love! I'm having a brilliant day!
B: What are you doing tonight?
B2: Going for dinner with the family.
B: Niiice. I should call your mom. After all it is birth-giving day for her too
B2: That it is. Can you believe 26 years ago my mother pushed me out of her vagina?
B: Um, well, fuck, yes...interesting thought.
B2: Vagina. Vagina. Vagina. Love that word. Vag... Oh shit...
B: What's going on?
B2 whispering: I'm in a press conference.
B: Fuck off. Seriously?
B2: Yup. Apparently, I'm louder than the speaker. Oh great. I'm getting death stares now. Gotta go.
Tomorrow night Zob, Special K, Blondie 2 and I are going to celebrate all 3 of their birthdays!! Should be a complete debaucherous night. Good. Can't wait.
The Cosmopolitans had better be amazing. I am looking forward to wrapping my lips around those pretty martini glasses.
I had a photo shoot today. Man. I really enjoyed it, but seriously. How the hell do you give a "sexy look"; a "angry look"; a "seductive look" and a "really seriously happy look" without looking like a cheesy freak?
It's hard. Suck in the tummy so you can barely breathe, make sure the back is straight but not stiff, adjust the twins so they look boobalicious oh and please, look natural.
Just an average day in the office, right? Dude. Insanity. How the hell do these models do it?
My cheeks are sore, I have more make-up on than a tranvestite and more hairspray in my goldilocks than Patricia Lewis does.
I'm prepared to take a bet.
BUT...the photo's are fuckalicious. I'm just saying. Modestly.