So it was plenty nice out today. About 56 degrees or so. First it�s been since October, I swear to God.
So you know, nice weather = change of wardrobe. And even though I have been dying to ditch the shoes and sock gear for flip-flops, I thought well, 56 degrees? Flip-flops? Over the top.
Then I went outside.
Apparently, no one else was feeling my �first sign of change of season� angst.
Because outside? Outside it was all, TITS AHOY!
I swear to god, every girl under 25 was sporting not only flip flops but every single halter top or titty-tee clearly purchased last fall at the end of season Old Navy clearance sale.
Ladies, really. I know we are all excited but, 56 degrees? Come June, what will we have then, huh? Let�s not jump the shark just yet.
And just so you know, the Dudes also caught their own special brand o� wardrobe spring fever as well, because they were all wearing cargo shorts and those ugly plastic swim sandals with sweat socks.
Yeah, umm, totally sexy that swim-sandal-sweat-sock combo.
But don�t listen to me; because most of those dudes were walking along with the ladies in the halter-tops, so clearly this is all working out for y�all. So never mind me. I�ll just go feed the ducks in my parka until Memorial Day or something.
Speaking of tits ahoy and stuff, and I am not really trying to be provocative here or anything when I say this, but does anyone else wash dishes topless?
No? Just for the record, I am not really topless, I am wearing pants or shorts and a bra when I do this. But since I don�t have a dishwasher, I have to do the dishwashing deed in my sink the old fashioned way. And since I hate, hate, hate it, I normally load up the sink with scalding soapy water then let the dishes sit for a few minutes then ATTACK like crazy. Because while I want to be thorough, and I am very thorough, I also want to get this shit done. Which means I usually make a crazy mess sloshing water all over the place and my sleeves will get soaked and there is always a big splosh of water on the bottom of my shirt afterwards, so I just sometimes wind up ditching the top all together.
Look, I know what you are going to say. NO it�s not unsanitary because it�s not like I have my boobs hanging in the dishwater or anything, and I know I could just change tops afterwards, or keep a few old dishwashing shirts on hand. However, I also don�t have laundry in my building which means lugging loads and loads and loads of laundry all over town so I try to be a little conservative with how many trips to the Laundromat I have to make every week because that is a pain in the ass, too, so you know, now that I bring it up, let�s just pretend I didn�t.
I will just have to say: it�s what I do and I am okay with it.
p.s. if you know what I mean, write me! We can start a club and maybe make a calendar for charity! Har!
Also, if you found my little page here by Googling misspelled celebrity names, WELCOME!
Apparently, while I like to talk trash about celebrities, I really haven�t been brushing up on my US Weekly magazine, where I can see their actual names in print or something. Because, while I am a poor speller in general, I can�t spell celebrity names for shit.
So sorry if you came to my page looking for Shannon Dougherty, Jamie Fox, or Hillary Swank (as I have misspelled these names in past entries, which are now highly ranked Google searches!)
Clearly you don�t read enough of US Weekly either, because you are actually looking for Shannen (with an �en�, I�ll sue you if you do it again, I need the money!) Dougherty, Jamie (that�s two X�s, lady!) Foxx and apparently she wasn�t kidding about her poor upbringing in her Oscar�s acceptance speech, because the Swank family was so poor they couldn�t even afford the second �L� in Hilary Swank�s name!
Thank, you! I�m Ann (not below picking on the poor girl from a trailer park with a dream!) Frankenstein! Good night!