It’s true. I really don’t. I’m going to drink some milk and go to sleep because it’s 10:00 and I’m 79. I have an eclectic mix of music stuck in my head, none of which I wish to share.
Ergo, I shall turn my robe backwards (the inventors of Snuggie are laughing over their Brandy Alexanders) and click my way through Cakewrecks and Whenparentstext.
FAST TIMES IN LAMEVILLE.
At least tomorrow’s Friday. Now I’m going to go sulk to my Steve Madden wedges. They’ll be prominently featured in tomorrow’s anxiously awaited return: FASHION FRIDAY!