I was perusing one of my regular blog stops earlier this week - Dreaming In Cashmere - when I came across this photo:
I shamelessly told Miss Amy above that I completely intended to knock off her look head to toe:
I don't look QUITE as cool as she does, but I still love how it turned out. Thanks for the inspiration, Mz. Thang (cue Chicago singing "You're the Inspiraaaaaaa-shunnnnnn....")
And now on to the torture portion of our post. I realized today that if I were ever captured and someone wanted to make me talk, all they would have to do would be to make me sit for a very painful dental cleaning whilst The Steve Harvey Show blared in the background. ARRRGGGHHH!!!
The most painful part of that scenario is, of course, the Steve Harvey Show. Why, I wondered as the Dental Assistant Who Was Clearly In A Hurry To Leave scraped all of the enamel from my teeth, does Steve Harvey have his own show? At least Jerry Springer entertains with the routine White Trash Fisticuffs, but as far as I could tell, Steve Harvey was Not. Funny. AT ALL. He did a lot of staring at the camera when someone asked a question. I guess this was supposed to be funny. Little tip for Steve? It wasn't.
And then the Least Careful Dental Assistant Ever leaned over to continue scraping all of the enamel off my teeth, and leaned on my hair, so she was pulling my hair whilst scraping. While Steve Harvey blared in the background. OH THE HUMANITY.
And THEN came the part where The Slightly Sadistic Dental Assistant used a water pic to pierce the inside of my cheek. While pulling my hair. While Steve Harvey blared in the background. It was all I could do not to punch her in the stomach and run out.
And so, kids, I leave you with that glorious scenario to end your week. Hope your weekend is better than that.
Necklace: Charming Charlie's