My eyelash salon (wait, hold on while I throw up from the pretentiousness–BLEHP–okay) made me an offer I couldn’t refuse–50 bucks for a set of eyelash extensions, catch only being they would be put on by a newly licensed technician. What the heeeeeell. Turns out the 50 bucks was only for a half set. HALF! “I’ll have a half double de-caffeinated half caf. With a twist of lemon.” I was obsessed with “LA Story” when I was a young’in. I have that line memorized. Skillz?

Today most of my day will be spent sitting on a baby. And getting paid for the privilege, mind you. This mainly involves, these days, anyway–watching multiple episodes of “Dora the Explorer” and eating whatever chocolate is available to us. Speaking of babies, in case you have been following along with the Trials and Tribulations as Liz Tries to Get Pregnant, my HSG test came back perfect-o. Meaning, all is good on my end. All systems GO!!!