I am beginning to think I should not have eaten the whole bag of peanut M&Ms, because while they were chocolatey and satisfying, I now feel a little sick.
My boobs got me into no trouble at all this weekend. Isn't that sad? Although, on Saturday night they looked mighty tasty in my new navy blue cotton dress with the v-neck. I wish someone would ask me to a garden party so I could wear the dress with my red platform shoes and just wait for a studly someone to be drawn to the shimmer of my cleavage. Then he could offer me a cocktail and a twirl around the yard to the tune of the magical waltz playing in both of our minds but silent to the rest of the fools sulking in the itchy grass in their wrinkled Bermuda shorts swigging Arbor Mist. I know red platforms are not traditional garden party footwear, but a wedge is much safer than a stiletto, not to mention my red ones are pretty kick ass.
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