First up, this little bauble from Kiran over at ThirtyNineandCounting:
She believes I am metaphorically beautiful and who am I to refute it, especially when my beauty lies in her perfectly lasik-ed eyes.Thank ye, kind soul. It’s been a while.
Passing on the endorphins, the Beautiful Blogger Award goes to:
1. Aunty G: A hug from her makes you want to weep with joy. As she is wheeled in for a cataract operation today, I want her to know she is truly beautiful and I’m blessed to know her.
2. The Purple Foodie: She shares a recipe for Rosemary and Garlic Oil Foccacia and shows you how easy it is to grow lemongrass. Enough said.
So that’s that. Enjoy the bling, ladies.
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Now for the tag, also passed on by Kiran. The 5 things that disappear just when I need them are:
1. Scrunchies. They’re the cotton-covered elastic avatar of commitment-phobic men.
2. My key bunch. Since I casually toss it aside every time I get home, it decides it isn’t going to be wanted or needed or loved ever again and scuttles off to a grimy corner to mope.
3. Lip balm. This little baby is my best bud, but being the size it is, gets left behind in the last bag I used, so I’m always scrabbling through the inner pockets of my too-many-to-be-mentioned handbag collection. Ditto this.
4. Cabs. When I decide to walk, they cruise past me, flashing their black-and-yellow Hyundainess in my face. But when I’m late and hopping and waving and flailing, none. Zilch. Nada.
5. That product from the stores that was available to everybody and their grandma up until 2 hours ago. Like this smelly oil that does wonders for my hair. “Sorry medum, out of stock chhe.”
I’m tempted to throw in good sense as a sixth missing item, but shall pass this once. Now, who wants to play tag, you’re it?
Vox populi