wordy wednesday.

For those of you who thought my post from yesterday was the funniest yet -- many, many thanks.

I sort of don't know what to say today. I mean, anything I type is just going to be anticlimacticspice and will inevitably fail in comparison.

There are those who do a weekly theme -- it's called wordless Wednesday -- in which they merely post a photo without blogging about it at all.

To me, that's not lazy... it's willpower. When I sit down with this blank white space at my disposal, I got things to say. I've kept it bottled up all day. I can't just upload a photo and go -- no, where's the emotional cathartic release fun in that?

So, I had to commentate a little first. Now, I'll show you some photos. Well, after some more commentary.

I spent last weekend with my 4.5 year old niece. Before we went to dinner, I decided to freshen up a bit. She refused to leave my side while I fixed my face. I decided to put a little make-up on her, and she informed me that she was not allowed to wear any "eye-scara." We stuck to blush, a little eye-shadow, and some very age-appropriate lip gloss.

Watch out, Tyra. I'm thinking by cycle seventy-seven, she will be ready for  America's Next Top Model.

My dear niece decided that posing for me was pretty awesomespice, so we had a full on photo-shoot while waiting for our table at Outback:

At the end of the night, I let her give me a make-over:

and clearly I rocked the pigtails.

Don't be jealous.