If you're like me, when you hear this phrase, images like this come to mind:
Or perhaps something like this:
Or at least freakin' this:
You see where I'm going, right?
Okay, so now how about this?
Right, because apparently in nail polish world, "Caviar Dreams" translates into frothy gray with metallic green undertones [insert gagging sounds]:
I'm afraid to fall asleep around here for fear I'll wake up wearing a toe tag.
[Note to self: No more Web cosmetics purchases. I can't believe you didn't learn your lesson after the Japanese electric eyelash-curler incident. And the "earthy" perfume incident. And the navy-blue mascara incident. And the iridescent-body-glitter incident. And the I-just-baked-a-cake-on-my-face foundation incident. And the lipstick-that-made-you-look-like-that-dude-from-The-Cure incident. New rule: you are not allowed to buy anything while sitting down.]
This steak is made of paper. What's up with that?