Hairspray is not perfume.

First thing's first,

THANK YOU SO MUCH to those of you who read my post and commented so sweetly yesterday. I am amazed by how supportive and understanding you ladies are and I'm very lucky to have every single one of you here. Thank you, thank you!!

Second... THIS happened last night and oh my lanta, I died.

Still dead. That dance was an instant favorite of all time when it was originally danced by Kayla and Kupono, but this... this got me deep down. Holy shiz. I almost forgot why I was excited the olympics ended... and then I saw So You Think You Can Dance was back on. Icing on the cake - Mia mother effing Michaels night and it did not disappoint!

Did Anyone see my homegirl, Honey Boo Boo, last night? It's no secret I was tuned in to TLC at 10pm last night. I have the wine headache to prove I did and, well, it was completely worth it, as usual. Highlights? The kid thinks Elvis is one of Santa's helpers. Also, she worried that her mother was going to eat her pet pig, Glitzy. I couldn't make this shiz up if I tried.

Here is my fav little redneck and her obnoxious pet pig, Glitzy. 

I really need to redneckonize.

This damn show had your girl drinking wine like it was going out of style. So much so that I woke up with a little wine flu this morning and have foggy brain like a mofo. 

Foggy brain is when you spray this on your neck fully thinking it's perfume. Which I may, or may not, have done while getting ready for work this morning. No, nope, I actually did that. My bad.

Alright, I've babbled enough nonsense today. I'm out!

Happy almost Friday day, loves.