eos is a lip balm I bought today– it’s a little roundish thing like an egg and it was scarcely more expensive than the 7 other balms/sticks/pots I bought today. Not a typo, I bought eight (8) things of lip stuff today because my FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR must have some fly in the ointment, some thorn on the rose, some partial thumb in the chili: oh the chapped lips and hands are the scourge of winter, for both me and the prince. The prince, given his age, cannot be seen wearing or applying stuff because it would pierce a hole in the space/time continuum or, like, totally ruin his rep yo, harsh his street cred, yo. So it’s my goal to have lip grease on every horizontal surface of the house so neither of us has a reason to scream in agony if we happen to laugh or smile.
eos is wonderful– it glides on super smooth, the surface is a big hemisphere, all ample and chubby and generous, and the flavor/scent (sweet mint) is pleasant. Today my lips died and went to heaven and that right there is a lot to get for a buck ninety nine.
I have an acquaintance, of blood relation actually, who has said of menopausal women that they can be irritable– to which I say, you may have had it coming, dickhead!
Sometimes women of a certain age finally find the courage to say what they’ve been thinking all along. Like these two:
A Reliable Wife, by Robert Goolrick
Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout
Both excellent reads.
(Dedicated to Harry.)
Sometimes a book comes to you with a rave review; when it does there is some pressure to like it, and that can ruin it. I ruined one for my friend Leanne because she had asked me to list my top five books, and the one I put in the number one spot was one she finished, barely. I sold fireworks and she bought a bic lighter. So I won’t oversell these three, which came to me as little nothings: one a gift, one bought at a yard sale, and a third assigned at college. In no particular order (and no these are not necessarily my top five):
Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
The All of It by Jeannette Haien