I always read this in the “Cave of Wonders” (Aladdin) voice.
I’m not scared- you’re scared.
-Bev
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YouTube Credit: Nicole Rey
This is also me when woken up. Now you’re even more scared.
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Bevvy G
I just want you all to know that today, I won free brow services from my browgirl (very technical term) for a year.
Free brows. One year.
All because I threw a little scrilla her way for her “Brows for Baton Rouge” campaign. (which I did solely because of my love for New Orleans and all things Louisiana- I’m looking at you, mini Coors Light keg from Shreveport)
Basically, partying just saved me a couple hundred dollars. Reread that, MamaG.
Moral of the story? Party. And don’t be a bitch.
-Bev
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
-Bev
I was just trying to switch my Pandora station to something more chill, as I can barely keep my eyes open (the sun isn’t even close to setting), and I accidentally hit “Disney Radio” (which I have for my nieces). I quickly then hit “Sade Radio” (no idea why I have this one), but my computer is slow, and I made this really awesome mix of “The Bare Necessities” and some Sade song (lesbihonest- they all sound the same).
Summary: I’m a DJ.
-DJ Bevvy G
This is Bev’s busy season at work y’all, and I’m just checking in to let you all know that I am, in fact, among the living.
Specifically, I’m among the “make all meals in the Crock Pot to beat the heat” and “use your Snapchat selfie camera to pluck your eyebrows” living.
-Beverly Glammenstein
Can someone please name something more frustrating than working a twelve hour day in a 90 degree office, stopping at the grocery store on your way home (while you’re starving), getting home to food prep for a few days, and completely effing misplacing 3/4 pound ($8 worth) of deli turkey?
Quickly?
-Beverly IAmHotAsHellAndIfThatTurkeyIsRottingInMyCarIWillSetMyHairOnFire Goldenstein
No, that’s not Queen Elizabeth. It’s Maggie, Fawn’s childhood dog. Wearing gloves, a piano scarf, and a hat.
On a floral couch or comforter?
OK, ladies, now let’s get in formation!
-Bev
Well, we’ve made it to the end of the love story. Oh, who are we kidding- this isn’t the end of the love story, it’s the end of me posting about it. Al and Bev are forever, folks.
My buddy Norbert Mulligan’s mom, Cynthia, also loves Al. And she has impeccable taste.
When your sister is pretty kick ass, and orders you special delivery Al as a little “bonus” Christmas gift. (SHOUTOUT, MAUDE)
Al and Bev have a cozy night at home under the blankets.
‘Til death do us part, Al.
‘TIL. DEATH. DO. US. PART.
-Bev
Bev sneaks Al across state lines. You naughty, Al.
Sharing Al with cousins Bernice and Bessie, who won the Teigensgiving Best Dish Challenge.
Patriotic Bev and Al. (coincidentally, Bev has this shirt on today for the women’s gymnastics she’ll be watching tonight. #SimoneForLife #AlLovesAly)
Al enveloped in a gift from Bev’s great grandma. Keepsake Al, if you will.
From this day forward.
-Bev
Day 1: http://www.beverlygoldenstein.com/?p=1209
Day 2: http://www.beverlygoldenstein.com/?p=1219
Day 3: http://www.beverlygoldenstein.com/?p=1230
Bev and Al do NOT mess around on Game Day. (How many more Saturdays?)
Colt 45 and two zig zags, baby that’s all you need.
Al, is that you? We’ll never know.
Al visits Bev at the front desk of her gym, where she works on Friday nights.
Goldenstein Family Brunch. Al meets the family (again).
Al barely fit in his seat on the airplane, and he started getting a little uncomfortable. Bev assured him that everything would be fine, and the two seriously reconsider ever flying Frontier Airlines again. (I mean, honestly, look at the size of that tray table)
To have and to hold.
-Bev