A small part of me, despite seeing them everywhere, on TV, in stores etc etc, refused to believe that something that funny looking actually worked. Surprisingly, it does.
So now I have curly eyelashes.
Weird.
In non-boring news... there is none. Life is calm and sedate and involves having TV time. Is good. Boredom is better than stress. I even have time to go sexy-jeans pants shopping this Wednesday, and perhaps fabric shopping as well.
I think I'm going to an engineer toga party this Friday. After I come back from a 5-hour volunteering stint in a thunderstorm on a small island in Hamilton Harbour with one of my bio profs. And like an idiot, I didn't bring my slush-pants from home. Brilliant. Trudging in bird poo on rocks in a thunderstorm in soggy cotton.
Does one actually wear a toga at a toga party? Why do toga parties exist? Why am I going to one? What do you wear under a toga? Mysteries, mysteries.
Woo, Arrogant Worms this Saturday! I will resist and not buy a Worm toque, for they are gimpy looking, if fun. Instead, I will look for season-appropriate Worm-wear. I promise.