|She is undeniably beautiful, but the animal|
print takes the class down a few notches and
raises the desperation a few meters... don't you think?
image from: http://stupidcelebrities.net/2008/08/19/cougar-sharon-stone-chase-dreyfous-photos/
So, there I was at the grocery store today, when I bumped into a friend (Hi K, if you are reading this!). We chatted for a moment about the goings on in our lives and discussed the gratefulness/need for sunshine. I disclosed that I had a slight sunburn from yesterday as we had mega sunshine (74 degrees in the shade at my house) here in Colorado and I am now the proud owner of a super sexy v-neck sunburn, as well as the entire left side of my face. Hawt. Today, however, it is grey and snowing. Welcome to the west.
So, 1) It is cold and 2) I am wearing my leopard print scarf, because it is cold and snowing and it matches my brand-new-to-me orange thrift store coat.
|I think the orange wool coat and the fact that I am showing|
no skin makes this animal print okay.
What do you all think? Do you want to hide
your teenage sons from me?
Don't answer that.
When my friend walked away, a man that was standing with his hands in meat, organizing the cooler (let's call him Chicken Fingers) was looking at me. He said "Is that why you are wearing that scarf? To cover up your sunburn on your chest?"
I looked at Chicken Fingers and said "No, it is so that everyone will know that I'm a cougar."
Okay, I didn't actually SAY that, but it was the very first thought that ran through my head. You see, every once in a great while, I actually edit myself when I go into public.
I believe I mumbled something about fashion and warmth, smiled
But about 10 minutes earlier, I failed to hit the edit button when I picked up the potted clover and asked the flower lady if it came with a leprechaun. She laughed and said it did not, because they were hard to find. I told her that I spotted them all the time, but they usually weren't very happy with me when I announced their leprechaun-i-ness to them.
|This is seriously one of my favorite pictures EVER.|
I will probably post it every day until St. Patrick's Day.
And for the record, I spent a solid five minutes inspecting my pot of clover and found zero four-leaf clovers. What. The. Hell?
Peace, love and "What? He said that he was 18!",