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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I get a lot of truly awesome gifts from my friends, and I'm not going to deny it - I love them.

But sometimes the little things are just as charming as the big ones. Max was away last weekend and he brought me home this little present. Those who know me will realize what an appropriate gift it is.


So cute! (The can is shown for scale.)

But I had to look at the package a few seconds before I understood what, exactly, it was. Lip balm! Mountain-Dew-flavored lip balm! I had no idea such manna existed.

Max said, "Now, I know it's not diet-Mountain-Dew-flavored, and you always drink diet."

Drink it? I think I have it running in my veins. "Oh, close enough, darling. "

I must say that one thing gave me pause. God knows actual Diet Mountain Dew is probably eating holes in my brain and pickling my organs, but I don't think I've ever seen a warning label like this on it. So if you kiss me and I taste like green soda pop - well, you've been warned.

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