This is going to be a random post of jibberish, as opposed to yesterday's HILARIOUS, well-thought out post (if I say so myself - I am nothing if not humble). So we saw The Tourist this weekend, or should I say I saw about the first hour, before I could not STOMACH Angelina Jolie one more minute and took a snooze. She was so frigging annoying to me in that movie - with her fake British accent (a la Madonna), her prim and proper wardrobe - all of her gloves drove me to the brink of insanity, and her horrible hurrdos - seriously, it was Wella Balsam circa 1977 all up in there. It was Judith Krantz's Scruples Monday night movie of the week all up in there. Even Johnny Depp - whom I normally ADORE - annoyed me. Go figure.
SEE - I TOLD YOU.
So this outfit is also random bits and pieces thrown together, but UNLIKE The Tourist, methinks it works.
I said it last week and I'll say it again in light of today's 110 FRIGGING DEGREE TEMPS - I cannot be bothered to wear anything constricting, and this easy breeze shirt (a birfday gift from Amy Bo Bamy) is tho light and floaty. I like it paired wif last year's Target shorts and shoesies, the gold spike necklathe that I won from Design Spark ages ago, and a new coral necklace that my sis brought back for me from Sardinia. Sadly, she has been forced to spend this week at the Amalfi Coast in Italy, just a week after returning from France. She actually had the BALLS to complain TO ME - mother of three crazy toddlers who just tie dyed my effing sheets, that she NEEDED A VACATION because it has been SOOOO RAINY in Germany this summer. Seriously folks, my sister takes a frigging vacation every other week. She has been to Croatia, Sardinia, France, Prague, Italy, and I'm sure I'm missing a few other spots. POOR BABY.
I TOLD you this post was going to jump all over the place. Let's talk about something else: the fact that Simon (the prime tie-dyer) just farted on my not once but TWICE with his naked arse. Against my back. So I could, like, feel it flapping against me. I mean, I can appreciate a fart as much as the next 11 year old boy, but TWICE? With his NAKED ARSE?
As we speak, in fact, it is Naked Time in our casa, and both boys are sitting right next to me, hands on weenies (of course). They cannot be naked without holding onto a handle, so to speak. Please tell me, those of you who have boys, that mine are not the ONLY ones who do this.
New bracelet that I got from a friend who works at the coffee shop across the street from my office. She made it - COOOOOOL, huh?
Ohhh, one last random thing: 236 FOLLOWERS???? Come ON! I have been at that number for like - EVER. Can't I generate a few more followers in da house?! Arrrggghhh!!!