i have inherited a gangsta walk. sunday morning i woke up with what i call noodle legs - just inept. no clue as to what the hell i did that caused such a disability. lol - turns out i've been squatting for like three hours in a row when adorning the beautiful models at the fashion show this weekend: them sitting on a stool and all my materials laying on the floor. it was like - grab curling iron, curl, put curling iron down. squat stand squat stand. anyway - i was on j st today just walking to my car and was so aware of my ghetto walk i just wanted to splain maself.
wes had booked our anniversay 3-day weekend in monterey outskirts i can't wait! i can't' just not wait - i'm already bummed for when it's over! i hate when i do that - i ruin every exciting event in my life by grieving its end before its very arrival. who does that?!
and i can't wait for the arrival of liska's polka dotted tank. heads up i will have it on for several days in a row with my new skorts i bought from roseville hospice thrift.
take care. and yes i love you and i don't even know you.