I have an unholy love for flip flops. But that's probably because I would go barefoot everywhere if I could, and flip flops are as close as I can manage.
I'm all mememe today, but y'all will appreciate the crazy.
Me: Our friendship isn't going to be the same as when we were living together. Things change. Doesn't mean we're not friends. Just means we're not living in each others' pockets anymore.
Not!Ex: Don't see why we can't live in each other's pocket even though we're a hundred or so miles away.
I... just.... what? I don't even know how to respond to that.
Kind of capri palazzo pants.
Two! Two! Two Fashion Horrors in ONE!!!!!
t /Ron Popiel
Also, I love wedges.
But hey - it's not unusual for me to be in the minority on stuff like this. I'm my own majority! Whoot!
Unsurprisingly I am in Aimee's majority/minority on wedges, gauchos and bubble skirts. Also in thinking her "friend" is one of those we good southern girls would just say "that's niiiiice" at all day long.
Went to see the final Big Gay Pirate Movie last night. I loved it. At one point, fairly early on, Mr. Jane looked at me and said, "You're in heaven right now aren't you." Then we went and listened to people sing karaoke at the hole in the wall up the street.
In "I love my family" news: Mom called last night while my phone was off and asked me to call her back. She said she'd have her cell phone on- which is something she never does. I called her back this morning a little freaked, cause you know, both grandparents died this year, so I'm wondering what's next.
Turns out she just wanted to tell me she got to see some of my dad's side of the family at the crawfish festival. My aunt, an uncle and my cousin were at the Mudbug madness race to watch my cousins boys run. Awesomely, Luke and Logan came in first and second in their age group (they're about 10 or 11), and 11th and 12th overall.
I love that dad's side still loves to hang out with mom.
I... just.... what? I don't even know how to respond to that.
May I suggest: "BACK OFF, needy creepy clingy guy!"
Sean, I think that you have just relinquished your SoCal citizenship.
HA! They can have my citizenship card when they pry it from my warm, sunbaked hand. And I will STILL rail against the ghastly fashions one sees around here sometimes!
Hey, buddy, I LOVE my flip-flops. Thou shalt not disparage my happy SoCal feet!
Pregnancy feet aside, I can't stand wearing flip-flops in the city. I need my feet to be much further away from the ground if I'm not in closed-toed shoes.
Hey, buddy, I LOVE my flip-flops.
Love them all you want, are you wearing them to
school?
Hubby not only despises all things remotely flip-flip, but any shoe in which the ankle is not secured. He doesn't care how high-fashion it is, if you slide your foot into it and don't wrap something your ankle, you are sleazy in his eyes. I have flip-flops, and I wore them to the store the other day with him, and it nearly freaked him out. He says it's because when he was a kid in Hawaii, the only people who wore flipflops were the old Samoan ladies and the people shuffling around bumming money off of people.
My beloved is a man of varied and passionate tastes.
