Please enjoy my pretty Peptobismol pink pants. Please say that five times fast. No really. Say it. SAY IT.
Also, please enjoy my dog, who refused to move. My son and I were cracking up. He wasn’t going anywhere. Jake (the dog) is going to the salon on Saturday to be groomed. He’s not generally that much of a shaggy beast, but with the cold winter we had, we wanted him to have his fur. He usually sports a field cut (i.e. he gets shaved down).
So, the weather has reverted back to a big bucket of suck this week. It’s been really cold, and it has snowed TWICE, but I refuse to comply. Mostly. I broke out my crazy cropped pink pants for a bit of color to break up the bleakness. It’s so gray. Blergh. Whenever I wear these with black, I feel like a Pink Lady, sans the sweet satin jacket.
Have a great day and stay classy, yo!