You know when you excuse yourself to the restroom while out to dinner, and you wash your hands and check yourself in the mirror to see a piece of spinach between your teeth? And, you wonder, why didn't ____ tell me?!
I hate that.
I always tell someone when something's between their teeth - mostly because I wouldn't be able to stop looking at it, and it makes me gag - but also because I would want them to tell me.
Back in my learning-to-apply makeup days, my mom always told me when I did a horrible job. She'd be like, "No. That's too much eyeliner, you look possessed." Or, "I can see the foundation line on your jaw - wrong color, honey." And, my good friends and I would offer advice and tips, as well. That's having your girl's back.
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Here's all I have to say about my guilty pleasures: There is zero shame in my game.
I am a huge fan of crappy reality shows...or rather, "reality" shows. I love Real Housewives of Everywhere (especially Orange County, now - since that's where we're movin'). I find it hilarious that nearly all of the housewives are in their mid-to-late 40s and 50s, nip/tucked to high heavens, and they alllll talk about how confident they are - but then they get upset, fight and cry over the stupidest things, like "She's sitting in my seat!" Also - Vanderpump Rules is in this same category, except those peeps are in their 20s, work at a restaurant, sleep with each other, and thus - have a reason to cry all the time. I love it.
Tostitos Salsa Con Queso. This is seriously liquid crack. I don't look at the calories, fat, carbs - or serving size. Do not ever put a jar of this golden goodness in front of me, and expect me not to make a meal out of it. Stop making that face. It's so goooooooood. Try it, and hate me for your addiction later.
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