The random musings of a thirty-something woman who has been described as a fiesty feminist with the personal style of a fifties film vamp who can kick your ass at Scrabble.
Fantastic husband? Check.
Convertible? Check.
Leopard print pumps with a peek-a-boo toe? Check.
Red lipstick addiction? Check.
What more could a girl ever want?
2 comments:
What in the hell is that in the cats mouth?
Hehe...Vienna sausage baby!
(At least, I hope so.)
I always wondered who ate thse things.
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