green is not a flavor.
Thank god there's you.
I could spend several hours discussing number 212.
I think he crouches in the pantry. However, I admire his cheerful demeanor. Maybe he makes her shirts for her and that's why she's always so happy to see him. Ok I'll stop now.
I don't understand it. And how she lights up whenever he walks in the room. Perhaps he is the secret behind her plum tart and its perfect balance of sweetness and just a taste of sour. I don't understand jujyfruits at all. Nor do I understand gummy worms, fish, kids, any of it, especially if they're sour. I'm no Jeffrey.
For years now, I've wanted the job of naming nail polish colors. So yes, more needs to be known about this industry.
I have to admit that I sometimes pick the color of nail polish by the name that they've named it. I'm weird like that.
You may not know this, but that gummy candy is really that Billy Mays Mighty Putty stuff.
I keep hoping they'll name a color after Nina Simone. Or Eartha Kitt. Or Louis Armstrong. Or Woody Guthrie. Or Bill Bixby. But what do I know? Well, I'll tell you what I know---MORE needs to be known about this captivating industry.
Joann: "how she lights up.." SO FUNNY. What are we missing? He's Leo Sayer, only shorter and with a tighter perm. THIS you light up over?
Back when I used to be able to afford a mani-pedi, I'd choose my color according to my mood. I never once just snagged my mood-of-the-moment color and moved on; I always turned the bottle over and read the name. If the name was wrong, the color was out. My mood had just changed. Ah...in the beginning was The Word.
She's MARRIED to Jeffrey? How did I miss that and what? Confusion abounds.
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