Lip-luscious

Dear Burt,

I just wanted to thank you for your Burt's Bees Guava Lip Shimmer With a Hint of Luminescence. It has been a big booster for me on the northern Minnesota social scene. I think the peppermint oil in it really does plump up my lips as I have had at least one man tell me he wanted to "kiss it right off me"(his words). I have since then ordered 6 more cases and plan to wear it non-stop from now through eternity.

Yours Always,

Stephanie M

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Coming out of the Closet

In real life, I don't have a tiny tat, but a normal-sized tattoo. And I really really love it. There has not been one day that I've regretted it in the last 5 years that I've had it. It is on my right upper thigh, so the only people that ever get to see it besides my family are the lucky ba***rds at the motel swimming pool.

This national symbol of the Isle of Man is best described by the Latin motto, "Quocunque Jeceris Stabit", which, as you know, means "Whichever way you throw, it will stand". The Three Legs device appears on the Manx national flag, and on all the Isle of Man's currency notes and on some of its coins and postage stamps. The three legged badge was popular as a tattoo, especially amongst Manx seamen. Captain Bligh of the Bounty described his young Midshipman Peter Heywood, who was involved in the mutiny in 1789, as being "Very much tatowed & on the Right leg..." My grandmother is from the Isle of Man, so maybe I'm even RELATED to Peter Heywood and his mutiny lives on in me today in the form of my own rebelliousness
....hmmm.....it is just a teeny tiny island after all.

I secretly find tattoos addicting, and my next tattoo will be a shamrock with a little harp on my left foot somewhere. To celebrate my Irish half.

The Blue Lagoon - Poultry Style

As you may remember, we had an odd mix of poultry at our house this spring/summer which has been whittled down over time to just one remaining chicken and duck. We have set the duck free on the lake, but are trying to let the chicken grow just a bit bigger before we make it into dinner. Until then, it sleeps in the garage, and we take it down to the lake on nice days so the poultry can have tender rendezvous at the lake shore, where his world meets hers. Today I caught the forbidden love on camera: