Hottie of the Week!

Very sorry that we have slacked off on this category! I really can't think of anything better to do than find hotties to admire, so I have no excuse for not posting the last couple times. Allow me to make it up to you in the best possible way: Ladies and Gentlemen admire Mr. Daniel Craig, James Bond himself.

Now, traditionally on this day in November, People Magazine releases their official worldwide competition winner for "The Sexiest Man Alive." This year is no exception. They selected Hugh Jackman as this year's Sexiest Man and with plenty of good reasons. He has a ridiculous body, is a triple threat talent-wise, and just seems like a good ol chap. He's been married to the same woman for 16 years, has a few kids running around, and hasn't been caught in a scandal. To that I say, ho hum. I think Leigh would disagree with me on this and maybe she can state her case tomorrow, but I much prefer the British badass Daniel Craig.

He too has an amazing body, which anyone who saw Casino Royale can attest to (finally a man coming out of the water in a sexy bathing suit!), he is British so automatically cool, has the most amazing blue eyes ever, and just oozes mystery. You won't find him singing and dancing on Broadway. He'll be too busy cruising around town in that Aston Martin or sipping martinis in a tuxedo. Ok, so maybe I'm confusing his character James Bond for the real person, but I'm sure he also enjoys killing international criminals in his downtime. I saw the second Bond installment, Quantum of Solace, this past weekend and loved it. Granted, I agree with the critics that Casino Royale was a better movie overall, but Quantum was an action-packed thriller that nicely wrapped up his revenge issues for his dearly departed Vesper Lynd. It was more of a sequal to Casino than a full blown Bond movie, but who cares. Daniel Craig is the man. For these reasons, I don't even need to breakdown the hotness scale. He gets an automatic 30 out of 30 and my vote for the Dyingtobedivas "Sexiest Man Alive!"

SP's winning streak!

I just have to take a minute to rave about one of my favorite shows right now...Southpark. There have been some great episodes this season and with only tonight's episode left until next Spring I thought I'd give a brief bio and try to win over all you haters. The twelfth season started off a on a high note with "The China Problem" episode in which half was dedicated to mocking the despicable new Indiana Jones movie in a way that can only be described as shocking if not a little disturbing. The episode features three of the main characters being haunted by scenes of Indy being raped by Steven Spielberg and George Lucas in a mockery of other movie rape scenes such as Deliverance. Rape is still disturbing even if it is in cartoon form but it definitely got the point across and I couldn't have agreed more with their take, they took a classic movie and exploited it and turned it into a parody of itself by adding new characters played by horrendous actors and an alien villain with a crystal skull, it was 2 hours of my life and $12.00 worth of popcorn and diet soda I'll never get back!!! After the first episode the season hit a bit of a slump, failing to capitalize on what I figured to be a wealth of material to mock since the last season ended, what with all the politics, Lindsey Lohan gone lesbo scandals, endless amounts of idiotic Britney Spears moments, etc.. so after a 2-part episode meant to mock the unsuccessful movie Cloverleaf we were all wondering what Matt and Trey were going to do for the election episode. For those of you who are not fans of the show and think Southpark is beneath you or too crude and immature, you're totally right but it's so genius!! If people could get over the crassness of the 4th graders pooping on the teacher's desk, evil villain's heads exploding regularly, and an entire episode about a record setting turd you'd be surprised at the brilliance behind those little cut-out characters! They have no biases when it comes to who they'll rip on...everything is fair game and if you've been offended at one point by them ripping on something you agree with give it another chance because they'll be sure to do an episode making fun of the opposition in the future.

If you're going to give any episode a chance, watch the election episode, "About Last Night" which is periodically being replayed on Comedy Central. In this instant classic of an episode Matt and Trey managed to turn around verbatim speeches of Palin, McCain, and Obama from just the night before and spin it into a spoof on Ocean's 11 where all of the political candidates work together to steal the "Hope" Diamond from the Smithsonian which can only be reached by the Presiden't secret Oval Office Tunnel. It is by far one of their most clever episodes and in between scenes of Sarah Palin scaling the ceiling of the museum they spoof Obama supporters by showing them partying until they puke their guts out because Obama says, "YES WE CAN" and because "everything's about to change" so they won't have to obey rules or need jobs anymore. At the same time they show McCain supporters rounding up supplies so they can stay safe in a bunker since the whole world will end if Obama wins. It's a hilarious portrayal of both sides and it's full of great Randy Marsh (see pic above) moments where every song turns into some kind of praise for Obama and where McCain supporters are killing themselves over the world ending. If there's an episode that can win you over it's this one so give it a chance! Lisa's even recently become a fan and she resisted for years!!

The Ultimate Diva does Detroit...

Leigh says:
hey there fellow diva
Lisa says:
exhausted diva
Lisa says:
do divas have dark circles and last night's eyeliner still on?
Leigh says:
They do if they got to work on time! I, however feel much more refreshed since I slept through my alarm and just got here!
Lisa says:
I am a jealous mess right now
Leigh says:
yeah...even after 3 advil I still have a tinge of a headache from all that "premium" wine!
Lisa says:
Kind of like that "premium" chicken club sandwich and "premium" service at Ford Field
Leigh says:
Precisely...so let's start at the very beginning...
Lisa says:
yes, let's
Lisa says:
quite an exciting Tuesday night we had
Leigh says:
Indeed! We started the night on a high of excitement to check off yet another of our "must see performers before we die"
Lisa says:
Exactly...this was a momentous show
Leigh says:
Huge! She's the material girl and she hardly ever tours her hometown!
Lisa says:
Welcoming the "proud" hometown girl back to Detroit aftera 7 year absence
Lisa says:
So why not attempt to sell out Ford Field?! I mean the acoustics are amazing...love the echo effect
Lisa says:
But I'm getting ahead of the story...I was actually really proud of our $10 parking spot
Lisa says:
just a block away those suckers were paying $20
Leigh says:
Yes, surrounded by $15 and $20 parking we snapped up a gem of a parking space in a mildly safe lot!
Leigh says:
And our walk really wasn't too bad, on the way into the arena at least!
Lisa says:
I honestly should double check my car for all four hub caps, but I would consider it a minor losss
Lisa says:
I'm really glad we arrived to the arena only 15 minutes after doors were set to open...especially since the doors were NOT open!
Leigh says:
And continued to stay closed for another 15 minutes while a crowd of thousands shivered in the 25 degree weather!
Lisa says:
There is nothing like herding yourself into a pile of 20,000 Madonna fans in freezing weather. Detroit music fans, there is no reason to dress cute for any show ever...you will end up standing outside in subzero temps wishing you left that sexy mini at home
Leigh says:
and even when they did open the doors they only opened half of them and then had to rush people through security...thank god no one wanted to blow up Madonna!
Leigh says:
So after we finally made it inside we were on the prowl for food...at this point any form of food would do because we were starving!
Lisa says:
yes...and a delicious chicken club sandwich was looking pretty tasty
Leigh says:
well yeah, when your options are a hot dog, polish sausage, veggie burger and chicken it's a pretty easy choice!
Lisa says:
I didn't even mind the 30-minute wait for it either...the promise of chicken, lettuce, cheese, tomato and bacon was too hard to pass up
Leigh says:
Oh the disappointment we would soon face....
Lisa says:
no explanation was given, no reason was told for the chicken, bacon and cheese disaster that I paid $8.50 for the pleasure of eating
Leigh says:
So make that a chicken, bun, bacon, and cheese sandwich since they were out of 2 of the most important sandwish items ever, tomato and lettuce!
Lisa says:
How can anyone call a sandwich a "club" without lettuce and tomato!
Leigh says:
But whatever, we slathered it in mustard and relish and stomped off to our seats to scarf down the food
Leigh says:
which of course we had to wait in line for again...to get to our seats that is
Lisa says:
Desperate times call for adding relish to your chicken sandwich
Lisa says:
gross I am totally losing my lunch appetite now
Leigh says:
haha...well at least our quest for alcohol was a little easier even if we did have to wait in line 20 minutes for "premium" wine
Lisa says:
That amazing $7.00 shot of wine really did the trick
Lisa says:
good thing we got two
Leigh says:
Yeah, effeciency, that's what we were looking for, one less time to leave the seats for a second round!
Lisa says:
I discovered that I am not the most talented double-fist drinker ever. I spilled most of one of the drinks down some poor woman's back. Thank god she didn't notice
Leigh says:
OMG, I completely forgot about the woman who walked behind me while we were chowing down and attempted to rip out a quarter of my hair with her coat zipper!!!
Lisa says:
it was actually her coat button and I think most of your hair is still attached to it
Leigh says:
Leigh says:
ah I see...well that was super fun
Lisa says:
I had to remove your hair while putting my face suspiciously close to her crotch...close quarters doesn't even describe the seating arrangement there
Lisa says:
so on to the main event!
Leigh says:
so once we had that first glass of wine down we were able to relax a bit and wait somewhat patiently for the show to begin
Lisa says:
I believe she took the stage promptly at 9:30
Lisa says:
seated on a throne, naturally
Leigh says:

in a leotard and tights...also naturally

Leigh says:
the stage was pretty incredible! There were 2 floor to ceiling sparkly M's phlanking the stage and screens everywhere!
Lisa says:
Very happy with the jumbo screens...I am losing my vision thanks to my desk job and couldn't see the actual person at all'
Leigh says:
Yes, she was rather pint size from our seats out in the boonies
Lisa says:
I was a bit bummed that she played Vogue on top of the music to 4 Minutes
Lisa says:
I mean, if you're going to eventually play 4 Minutes anyways why ruin a classic!
Leigh says:
Yeah, and she played Human Nature with a rock edge as well....one thing about Madonna that we'd heard over and over is that she remixes and redoes all of her songs on tour...
Lisa says:
Yes...and it was true. I think the only remix that really worked was the amazing Like A Prayer
Lisa says:
That whole "Rave" section of songs was pretty awesome
Leigh says:
Oh BTW, Madonna looks ridiculous with a guitar and should stick to shaking her moneymaker!
Lisa says:
Agreed...leave the guitar playing to the musicians
Leigh says:
Like a Prayer was indeed the high point, 1. because we were feeling the full effects of 3 glasses of wine and 2. it was a great dance track that she extended for what seemed like forever!!

Leigh says:
La Isla Bonita was definitely in my top 3 favorites, especially with all the spanish tap dancing!
Lisa says:
That was cool for sure...the mariachi's were a nice touch
Lisa says:
I was really looking forward to Ray of Light, but she downplayed it too much...it could have been a huge dance number
Leigh says:

And I was already bummed knowing she was only playing one song off of Confessions on a Dance Floor and was more bummed when she played it with her damn guitar! Dance Madonna, that's what I paid $100 to see you do, dance and fake sing!
Lisa says:
Seriously...the guitar montages have to go
Leigh says:
Totally! I now see why Nick complained about her concerts, people want to hear the versions of the songs from the original album, not her reinvention of them!
Lisa says:
It reminds me of another famous re-worker, Prince. I don't want to hear a 10 second snippet of Little Red Corvette and then a 25 minute funk jam session
Leigh says:
Yes, so true!!
Leigh says:
Die another day was cool and I'd pay the $100 again to see her play 4 minutes and dance with the video hotness of JT!!!
Lisa says:
Yeah I enjoyed the video for Die Another Day too...her new songs sound better live
Lisa says:
Her outfits weren't that shocking
Lisa says:
One thing about Madonna is she really goes with a trend and sticks with it...very committed to the leotards right now
Leigh says:
Completely agree, I'm totally used to the camel toe now...didn't even phase me!
Lisa says:
Yes, and she loves to crotch shot the crowd...which is totally disturbing when you realize she's 50
Leigh says:
And her 18 dancers put on quite a show as well, it's amazing that she's over 50 and keeps up with her 20 year old dancers with no problem...and her ASS is unfreakingbelievable!!!
Lisa says:
But I will say that whatever Madonna is doing is working for her. I'm about ready to tie on a red string, pray to Kaballah or whatever and eat tofu if I can look like that
Lisa says:
Yeah, it's a nice booty
Leigh says:
she could use a few cheeseburgers but she's aged rather well compared to some concerts we've recently seen (i.e. Janet).
Lisa says:
I think Janet should work out with Madge for a while
Leigh says:
She would probably have to discontinue eating but it might do her some good!!
Lisa says:

And who else but Madonna can end a stadium-size show with no encore?!

Leigh says:

Oh yeah!!! That's right, no freaking encore, who does that?!?

Lisa says:

Normally I would be pissed about that, but for her it's like...well done

Leigh says:

yeah, I guess she can do it, she must have been tired from all that fake singing!

Leigh says:
So, overall how would you rate the concert on a scale of 1 to 10?
Leigh says:
10 being the best
Lisa says:
wow...this is a tough one...there were good times, there were average times...I'll go with a 7. I'd probably give her higher marks if she wasn't at Ford Field
Lisa says:
What is your final score?
Leigh says:
yeah, the Ford Field experience kinda downgraded it but we had a hella good time dancing...we might as well have been at a dance club! I give it a 7 as well, good music but would have preferred the original versions...great performance and visual production and super fun in the end!
Leigh says:
Until we left and walked 4 extra blocks in the frigid heart of Detroit that is....
Leigh says:
sorry bout that...
Lisa says:
The dancing was fun! Especially since no one else around us was dancing...we had the whole row to shake it in
Lisa says:
Oh well it's no one's fault...who knew that we exited via the back entrance!
Lisa says:
I needed to walk off the wine anyways
Leigh says:
Oh hey, what about the couple in front of us with the guy who was trying to execute the stand behind!!!
Leigh says:
I have a picture of him
Lisa says:
Oh I almost forgot!!
Lisa says:
You have two amazing pics that we'll have to post
Lisa says:
The stand behind rebuff and the "white boy gets down" photos
Leigh says:
that poor poor woman, I don't even know her and I could tell from two rows behind that her body language was saying "stop f'ing touching me!"
Lisa says:
I know...it's just painful to watch whenever a stand behind is executed. Ladies - if you fear slow songs and would rather run to the bathroom than stand with your man at the concert, you need to confront him. It's a filthy habit
Leigh says:
totally agree....well readers, I think that's a wrap on our concert review!!
Lisa says:

Her Royal Divaness

I made it through the wilderness - somehow I made it through. Didn't know how lost I was, until I found you. I was beat incomplete. I'd been had; I was sad and blue, but you made me feel...yeah, you made me feel...shiny and new.

Is it stuck in your head now?! Yessss. That's right, tonight is Madonna. Leigh and I will be heading to beautiful downtown Detroit to see the speck onstage that will apparently be Madonna herself. We will have a full report for you tomorrow on the good (her old stuff and everything up to Ray of Light), the bad (the last couple CD's), and the ugly (her penchant for wearing leotards). We will welcome her home in style.

Proudest Day

Today is an important day in Dyingtobedivas blog history. It's a huge step toward the total world domination we seek and I am thrilled to announce that someone actually cares about what we have to say! While we greatly appreciate our faithful friends and family who stroke our egos by saying they're mildly entertained by our nonsense we feel the need share our true feelings; we're here for one reason and one reason only...free merchandise, global fame, and free backstage passes plus an invite to perform onstage with Madonna like Perez Hilton...okay so that's more then one reason! So we're not quite there yet, we paid every cent of the $105.00 ticket for tomorrow night's Madonna concert but something big has indeed happened...a local companies press clippings search software has found us! Please see the third comment on the Woolen Mill post! Either one of our friends is totally genius and has way too much time on their hands or the owner of the famous Frankenmuth Woolen Mill found my little post and commented! Granted, they were probably a little insulted by my description of some of their products and I probably won't be receiving any free Ugg slippers (dammit!), or fur trimmed vests anytime soon but still, the fact that someone outside the circle of friends and family we beg to read found us! This is huge people! Next we'll be fielding sponsorship offers from bluefly.com and Neiman Marcus and they'll pay us to wear their clothes and sport the latest Hermes Birkin bag and we'll be jet-setting around the world offering our take on everything from the red carpet to the latest Wii games!! This is just the beginning!

My story is better than yours

Have you ever had a conversation with a friend and you're telling them a really great story. You know, something big happened to you that day - maybe you got a new job, or a raise, or your wife just had a baby. Your story is so impressive and fantastic that you are holding them in rapt attention. All is going well until it happens. The dreaded "story topper." Suddenly, your job offer or first born child doesn't seem so special. Your friend has just owned you and dropped a seriously better story. All you can do is stand back and let their story make yours fade into the past...like it never happened. Well, I have one of those stories. A story so awe-inspiring that I only use it in case of emergencies or whenever I'm feeling the need for some serious attention. Who am I kidding, everyone I have come into contact with for more than 30 minutes in the past 8 years has heard this story. However, I'm holding out hope that there might be one or two of you who haven't heard this yet and will read this like it's the blog post to end all blog posts. Here's a teaser: I met Paul McCartney.

My average "story topper" conversation goes like this (witness the power it has):
Someone: "Hey Lisa, you'll never believe what happened to me today at work!"
Me: "I don't care because I met Paul McCartney"

Someone: "Oh my god! I just saw Lauren Conrad from The Hills shopping at the mall!"
Me: "That's awesome. Have you ever met Paul McCartney?"

Someone: "I just scored two tickets to the sold out Paul McCartney show tonight!"
Me: "Too bad you don't get to meet him in person..."

And it goes on. I've found it to be incredibly useful in all situations at any given time. Now that I have you insanely interested, allow me to tell you how this all came about one rainy afternoon in the year 2000. I was on vacation in London, England. It was my second trip to the UK and I was as excited as ever. I had recently fallen hopelessly in love with the capital city on a high school trip, and I couldn't bear to spend more than a year away. I begged my mom to take me back to London for a week-long vacation between semesters and she agreed. Since it was her first time traveling to England, we decided to fill our calendar with as many cheesy tourist attractions as possible. Double-decker tour buses, Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, fish and chips at every restaurant, you name it - we did it. Part of the British experience for her was visiting the homeland of The Beatles. Being the good baby-boomer that she is, she always had a deep love and appreciation for all things Beatles. Paul was her favorite and she wanted to see where it all began (well, at least where it all began in London. We wouldn't get to where it all really began until we visited Liverpool a few years later). I was raised with a strong appreciation for The Beatles, and not just their early work thank god, and so was more than happy to agree to a Beatles-themed tourist walk.

We met up with the group and our fearless leader, whose name escapes me now but is widely recognized as the world's most crazed Beatles fan and expert. The plan was to walk around the city seeing all the necessary Beatles historical sites from their London residences, various venues, clubs they frequented, recording studios like Abbey Road, and even Paul McCartney's modern day office building. We ventured over to Soho where said office building is located. Our guide explained that this is the place that Sir Paul comes to work whenever he is in the city. Then he said that we shouldn't hold our breath for a sighting, but Paul did happen to be in the city that very day to attend the opening of the Tate Modern Gallery. In over 20 years of leading Beatles walks he had never spotted Paul and had only spotted Ringo once. The odds were sadly against us. We turned the corner from the office building and proceeded down a long, narrow street to an old recording studio. He seemed a bit distracted and kept glancing over his shoulder at the top of the road. Suddenly, he looked straight at us and said "Please, do not make any sudden movements or attempt to run towards him, but Sir Paul McCartney and his family are standing outside the office building." Cameras flew out, women screamed and a few tried to make a break for it. My mom and I stood frozen in place not knowing what to do. For a fleeting second you could see a man in a long coat walk into the building and disappear. We only knew it was him when a few minutes later his daughter and fashion designer Stella McCartney walked by us with her sister Mary. (side note: I've never felt like a bigger tourist/loser than when Stella McCartney walked by what was obviously a group of crazy Beatles fanatics walking around town staring at empty buildings).

The excitement was palpable, but the show was over. Our tour guide regained his composure and led us to our final destination allll the way on the other side of town, Abbey Road. Traffic was stopped, shoes were removed, and pictures were taken. The tour was over. We were on our own to find our way back to wherever it was we came from. My mom and I looked at one another and it was clear. If we saw Paul McCartney go into the building, he must also come out of the building. We grabbed our tube passes, ran to Paddington Station and took the train directly to Soho. I believe the time of day was around 3pm or so and being the rational person I am, I figured Paul must be planning to leave work around 5 like everyone else. Just enough time to get to the gallery opening that night. We grabbed a seat on a park bench across the street and waited...and waited...and waited. It rained, it drizzled, it nearly poured, but we weren't going anywhere. I noticed a lone man standing next to the office door and realized that he was an autograph seeker...we were hot on the trail. All that was between Paul and I was a glass door, one single person and a fairly busy road. A black town car with dark tinted windows drove around the park, slowing down for a second each time it passed the building. This, I correctly figured, was Paul's ride. He was planning to make a quick escape and I had to be on alert. A few minutes later I saw him about to exit the building and something snapped. I grabbed my pen and tube pass (all I had to write on), ran like the wind across the street without even glancing at the traffic, and came to a stop directly between Sir Paul and his car door. Shaking like a crazy person I stuck out my right hand and said something genius like "Mr. McCartney, it's so nice to meet you. Could I have your autograph?" He smiled and said "Sure! no problem", signed my tube pass and handed it back to me. Then he got in the car and drove away.

I wish I could tell you we had a long, meaningful conversation about the art of making music, or what really happened between him and John and Yoko, or why some of his solo albums are just so terrible, but we didn't. He was pleasant and gracious enough for even stopping for a crazy American teenager who had bolted out of the bushes and blocked his way. I stood on the sidewalk and waved to my mom. By the way, my mom never moved from her perch in the park. She said she intended to follow me with the camera, but when the moment came her legs just would not move. Luckily she had a long range lense and was able to take multiple snaps of Paul autographing my pass. The pictures aren't top quality, but you can tell who it is. Eight years later, she hasn't stopped kicking herself for not coming with me. I'm sure Paul would have stopped for one posed photo and I would have had a really awesome photo too. Alas, we all have our own reactions when faced with intense situations. My mom stands in her tracks and I run after people like a crazy person.

So that about wraps up my claim to fame story. I didn't stop shaking for the entire day and I still get a funny feeling when I think about it. When I had the opportunity to see him in concert a few years ago, the craziness of the situation really hit me. Here I was at The Palace, surrounded by 20,000 screaming fans watching one of the most talented songwriters of all time perform, and a few years earlier he and I were standing on a sidewalk in Soho, London with no one else around. Things like that boggle my mind.

I wish I could post the picture and autograph, but it's basically locked away at my parent's house in a fireproof safe. Maybe someday I'll find a way to transfer it online and then, of course, every single person I know will get their own copy of it. Happy Friday!!

The Woolen Mill...

Sorry for the long delay in posting, but I'm happy to hear that people miss us! I figured our blog could just die and no one would even notice!!

For those of you unfamiliar with The Woolen Mill, allow me to start with a description of a little place called Frankenmuth. Michiganders will surely need no explanation for this quirky and unique place, but for the rest of our out-of-state readers I'll do my best to give you the picture. Frankenmuth is a little town north of Flint that was modeled after a German village. The architecture is straight out of Bavaria in Southern Germany and while it's extremely cheesy and totally kitchy it's fun for one day a year to get into the Thanksgiving/Christmas spirit and stuff your face with the famous Zehnder's chicken dinners.

Since the mid-eighties my parents have bundled me and my two siblings up and made the annual pilgramage to Frankenmuth for one Sunday every October/November for what Nick mockingly named, Archibald Family Fun Day, and every year we do the exact same thing. First we head to the shopping village where we take an old fashioned photo (there's literally one for every year of my life) but this year...no doubt due to the economic times...we found a music shop in place of the Michigan nostalgia shop. And as much as I thought I hated this part of the day, when it wasn't there anymore I kinda missed donning the fishnets, feather hairpiece, and barmaid outfit in order to hold a fake gun, fake money, and fake half full beer mug in front of the saloon backdrop. But don't worry my Dad is looking for another place that takes old fashioned photos so as not to create a gap in the yearly photos!

Next we head over to Zehnders or Bavarian Inn where the chicken dinners are offered and we eat all the buttery noodles, salad, chicken, mashed potatoes, and desserts we can fit into our mouths until we have to unsnap our pants in order to keep breathing. Next we walk off the chicken by meandering down the main street and always end up at The Woolen Mill where you can find the most hideous of reindeer and jingle bell encrusted Christmas Sweaters, slippers, socks, and most importantly gloves and mittens. As is tradition, we all pick out a new pair of mittens or gloves for the winter season and unlike years past where I would automatically gravitate toward a sleek pair of black leather or wool gloves I wandered the store for a few moments taking in the beaded caftans, Ugg boots, and thick comfy blankets and that's when I saw them... It took me a minute to figure out exactly what I was looking at because I'm pretty sure I've never seen anything like these little guys before but staring back at me in a soft aqua and pastel yellow fleece was something called the "Lovers Glove". I immediately moved in and grabbed one off the rack to get a closer look, and sure enough it's a mitten/glove intended to allow a couple hold hands in one "glove" while the outside hands stay toasty warm in their own mittens. I scooped up three off the rack, one for me and my "luvaa" and the other's for 2 lucky couples, (you can send in your essays about why you and your significant other deserve the Lover's Glove!) who will be receiving these little gems this Christmas! Seriously, where do people come up with this stuff? First, what guy is going to want to wear this, you take an already cheesy idea and then you make it in pastel aqua and yellow, and they had pink and green as well! Secondly, any couple that needs to be touching hands at all times even when outdoors in a 20° blizzard makes me want to gag, give it a rest people!

I pity the poor guy who recieves this as a serious gift from his gf/wife and has to go out in public wearing it, he'll be mocked for years if any of his friends see him! Nick and I couldn't stop laughing when we were wearing the Lover's Glove, it's just too funny! It is however quite cozy and warm, but that doesn't matter, we are not that couple!! So for anyone who wants to witness a funny moment when their "luvaa" opens up their stocking this year, check out the Lover's Glove, it's sure to entertain!