Recently, however, a new and horrible breed of tutu has entered our domicile. THE GLITTER SHEDDER. Like a
My poor husband fell asleep on the couch and woke up with gold glitter all over his face and in his hair. It's still there after vigorous showering. Nine month old Brooke is probably going to grow up with glitter embedded in her scalp.
I furiously vacuumed the couch, but I'll still catch the glimmer of glitter pieces in the sunlight. SMH
|The Glitter Offender|