Friday Flotsam

FraHAHAHHAHAHAHiday.

So I’m digging Glossier! I’m totally into my little Phase 2 Starter Kit purchase thingy.

I CAN’T DECIDE (you’re going to get super mad at me) what I think of Boy Brow. Only because I think I need someone to guide me. Remember my eyebrows are like tiny horse hair pube brooms, so they definitely need a gifted touch. I’m worried that the brush (vs. my regular pencil doo dad) makes me look like Madonna. (Nothing against you, Mad. I call her Mad.) I want them thicker, for sure! But the little instructions tell me to brush my brows up right in the center. Dude, if I do that it looks like two brown recluses are crawling up my face.

However, I’m L O V I N G the stretch concealer. Dear goodness it’s the perfect shade of light brown. And it’s dewey! I like dewey. Dewey is good.

TELL ME THIS. What other products of theirs are you obsessed with? Is it the type of brand that you just dive in and get everything? Or is it like, try this, avoid that, definitely buy this, “do NOT go in there”(<–name that movie) for that?

I mean, all those dang girls on their site are what – 19 years old? Be honest, is this a brand for teenyboppers? Do I need to WALK AWAY FROM THE GLOSSIER? ‘Cuz I dun’ wannaaaaaaaa.

Glossier me.

DAWSON’S CREEK. (half my readers vanished just now.)

Okay, I’m five episodes into Season 3, and it’s growing on me more.and.more.

BUT. But but but.

I’ve decided that I’m totally over Andie. I thought she was as cute as chocolate pie right when she and Jack first came on the scene. But now all she does is whine and cry and pout and WEAR HER HAIR LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD. Really, those high, tight pig tails and 1/2 inch bristle bangs? Who wants to tell her this just doesn’t work? I’m willing to.

AND – Joey and Pacey are fraaaaans! As in, she doesn’t want to constantly murder him for something. He showed her his boat. They cut class together. She’s given him love advice. They’re starting to bond a little bit. Dawson’s not fully aware of this just yet, but I can’t WAIT to watch that ish hit the fan when he does.

Jen’s hair is still tragic.

This football-heavy era is actually making me miss Friday Night Lights. REMEMBER MY OBSESSION with good ol’ Eric and Tami Taylor? And Matt? And TIM? Ugh. I need THAT feeling again. Come on, Joey and Pacey. Don’t let me down.

Also, Joey, can we talk about your perfect tan? Is that a bottle, orrrrr?

I did something yesterday I thought I’d never do in my entire life.

I BOOKED A CAMPSITE FOR A CAMPING TRIP THIS FALL.

Camping. Me. In a tent. With bugs and bears and alligators and snakes and botulism. What was I thinking?!

I’ve not camped in yeeaaaaarrrrrzzz. But now that the gremlins are finally old enough, we’re re-joining our Arkansas friends’ annual camping trip. (I’m scared.)

It’ll be fine! Tons and tons of kid fun. (seriously nervous.)

It’ll be great! Quality outdoorsy time with our best friends. (I might vomit.)

It’ll be fun! Canned rosé and s’mores by the fire at night. (I feel a cry coming on.)

BUT – we have no tent. No cooler. Nuttin’ campy. (besides a black and white plaidish flannel shirt that I cut the sleeves off. does that count?)

What are your favorite tent brands? I need SERIOUS help in this department. Needs to fit all four of us, maybe have a lounge area? A dance floor? A bartender? Just kidding. I think.

And as far as coolers go – are Yetis reaaaaaally the best option? They cost 24 livers, so I’m like, DO YOU COOK THE FOOD, TOO?

Camp me.

Oh! My pal Emily came over yesterday and made me a watermelon basil margarita. And you know how I hate watermelon. It’s SOGGY FRUIT AIR.

But I can totally deal with watermelon as juice. With tequila. In a glass. With basil. In my face. Here’s the recipe, if you’re looking for something 4thy an festive-y and ‘Murca-y.

Also, our entire afternoon is in my IG Stories, if you feel like putting yourself through that.

Weekend plans?

Wait! Is it technically a long weekend? With the 4th on a Tuesday, what does that mean for Monday? WHAT HAPPENS ON MONDAY?

We have no hardcore plans, other than finishing your July mixtape (!), 75 thousand cans of rosé, pool time, and fireworks. And then calming the kids down for 13 hours because their eardrums are bleeding out of their heads. Guess I’ll stick some tissue paper in their ears to avoid that.

So glad we had this talk.