Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Sunday, February 7, 2010

Reason 69

Lip balm. Those who have ever spent time in the great Pacific Northwest know that the harsh weather can really do a number on your lips. Thank goodness some hippie guy named Burt invented the best lip balm known to man (or woman) and then mass-produced it, sending it to high-end grocery stores and boutiques across the country to save our kissers. For years I have slipped that precious tube of Burt's Bees peppermint lip balm into my left pocket and marched confidently out into the world knowing chapped lips would not interfere with my day-to-day activities or make me feel self conscious about kissing every adorable man, woman or child who crossed my path. That is until today. My dog decided she needed a remedy for her dry lips and promptly snatched my tube of Burt's Bees off the bathroom counter when I wasn't looking. I found the once-perfect cyclinder on the floor, covered in teeth marks, the cap carelessly tossed aside. Now the outer layer of skin on my lips is starting to curl like parchment being set on fire, and I am ashamed to show my face to the world. What I am getting at, Jason, is as soon as I get a new tube I will happily offer up my Burt's Bees to you any time you are in desperate need of some soothing peppermint salve. Please use your finger to apply the balm, though. I have seen where those fabulous lips have been and I am not about to get Herpes Simplex 1 from sharing my lip balm with you. Blech. I mean, there are just some sacrifices I am not willing to make for my friends.

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