Well, I found a cool pair of boots yesterday but I dunno. Now I think my jeans aren’t fitting right and I’m all in fretville about what I am going to wear. Part of me (the lazyass part) wants to just throw on my old jeans and a tshirt and sneakers but then I remember that I’m going with a major slim glamour kitty and she will look beyond faboo which will make me feel even frumpier. I shudder at the thought of what Clinton and Stacy would have to say if they were secretly filming me like they do all their
victims show participants. That thought alone propels me toward another store today. :)
(Watch. All this effort and I won’t even get to meet boyfriend. Sigh. Oh right. I’m doing this for ME and not for anyone else. Yes. That’s right. I forgot for a moment.)
Is there something wrong with me that I want to see your boots as much as your photos from the concert? :mrgreen:
That’s right, honey, don’t worry about the outcome. Be happy!