happy blogday rach. a year of quality writing, laughs, and entertainment! and why are you ready now? i don't get it, i guess i'm just slow...
Too cute... I want to add a beret. I realize people probably don't wear them, but let's pretend so as not to crush *all* my stereotypes.
Where's the beret?
The real question here, at least for me, is "Why can't I wear horizontal stripes as well as you can????"I know the answer. No need to tell me after I've indulged in cake.
This shirt particularly lends itself to pooch bellies, as I noticed when I found myself sucking it in (not all that successfully) for the picture. I imagine it will only get worse after all the bread and cheese I plan to consume in France. Ah well.
Actually, it's not the pooch belly. That will go away after a few days (of starvation). But the boobs. I've had them reduced once, but that's my limit. I'm doomed to never wear horizontal stripes. The boobs won't allow it.
Dawn, you're killing me here! Curly hair and boobs? Please don't complain!
Ack! It's all about wanting what you don't have. What I wouldn't give to be flat-chested and have stick-straight hair... Oh, and to be blond. And tall. And have thin thighs. And... oh, hell, I could go on and on and on... But I'll be reduced to tears. And my allergies are already making my eyes burn so...