I skipped a massive amount a few days ago, so I don't know if anyone showed Jilli these.

::uses search function she freaking wrote herself::

Looks like no! If Pete asks, tell him someone else sent the link to her.

Wow, those are some pretty boots.

If Pete asks, tell him someone else sent the link to her.

Pfft. You'll have to edit your posts a darn sight faster than that if you want to avoid my steely gaze.

::turns steely gaze on ita, but only from a safe distance ::

You better keep your eyes on your wifey there guv'nor, she cautions with a crap Cockney accent. She might be making a break for that "add to cart" button.

Actually, dude, those are fucking expensive. I feel like I blow money on non-essential things all the time (more black sandals...another iPod), but I can't imagine paying $700 for one pair of shoes with no precious metal or electronic components. And even then...

I was hunting through pictures for my sister, and I found one of her in this lovely floral dress with an amazing bodice (did wonders for her breasts, which didn't even need the help) and matching shoes. I knew she'd bought the dress at my, uhh, urging (not something I make a habit of, I swear) but asked about the shoes. She pointed out she couldn't take more than a couple steps in them, but if they hadn't been going for about the price of the (not cheap) dress, she would have gotten them too.

My sister's gone all girlie! It's so very cute. And me, I have a clothes buying problem. But at least I'm going to go to sleep without clicking "checkout" on the Ann Taylor Loft session I have open.

My sister's gone all girlie!

mind boggles.

mind boggles.

Okay, maybe not all the way. But she now coordinates her clothing, wears heels and makeup out to dinner.

For little miss "I hope they don't expect me to look good just because they saw me that way twice" this is huge. In fact, I'm kinda the girlie one and she made me feel like I should run back in put on mascara or something.

It's definitely an aging thing. Five, seven years ago I wouldn't imagine myself paying way too much money on a shirt so I could have something pink with "I like it rough" embroidered wreathed in flowers at the neckline. And then there are skirts and the heels and heels and the skirts.

Not frou frou. But a hint of the frou which is new for us both.

Not frou frou. But a hint of the frou which is new for us both.

So you're frou frauleins?

Thank god those corset boots are $700 because if they were less than $300 I might be able to rationalize the purchase.

In thingsIdidn'tsaytoday news: When my boss told me I had definitely shown improvement since my last review... "Really? I must have been trying too hard before."

My name is dumb and has no nicknames.

I shall now call you "Sunny" or "Suns".

Don't you dare.

Sunny Delight, perhaps?

Heh.

...so I just auditioned for a part in the Bangkok Theatre Company (am dram) production of A Christmas Carol, and although I was a bit 'meh' about it up front, now I'm thinking 'Ooooh, wouldn't it be nice to be in a play again?' (I read for Mrs Cratchitt and for a comical Charwoman. 'Cause Scrooge? Not supposed to have breasts. Even in Bangkok.)

I'll be all sad if I don't get picked. I feel like Donkey in Shrek, with the jumping and the "pick me! pick me!"

casting~ma Fay!