I am wearing a Jones New York fall blouse paired with an Ann Taylor spring pant smeared with sun screen and guacamole. I haven't showered, either. 'Nuff said.
Oh--but I have a KILLER pedicure! Tomato red. And my heels feel like butter. I'll explain the reason behind the pedicure after I drag the four year old off of the bathroom counter....
More later!
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I saw you didn't have any comments so I thought you needed a comment but I don't really have a comment because I think the description of your outfit warrants no comments as the visual image alone leaves one speechless...or, at least, punctuation-less.
I, personally, would have left him on the bathroom counter. Then you could honestly say he was out from under your feet. :-)
Good. Now you have a comment.
Mmm. Guacamole.
Send me my dad-blasted books.
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