But fear not fellow friends! I now have a lovely cape to call my own built from the very scratches of that despicable skirt that left me looking like overstuffed saugsage I found on my recent thrift trip. At first I was about to do another "When Skirts Don't Fit" re-invention, but it ended in disaster. I guess you just can't force some skirts to fit and look good no matter what you do.
My dad was laughing at me when I went to take pictures. Watch out daddy-o, I can put a spell on you! It was funny because yesterday after watching some LA Ink, I asked my dad if he got a vasectomy. I don't know if he was pretending not to understand really did not understand. I guess it was inappropriate to ask, but I just wanted to know if I would ever have a baby brother.