....You dont want to know what mine would say. Right now I'm thinking it would go a little something like this:
Pantyhose: Why the hell have you been wearing me day after day in 90 degree Houston heat? & with a hole the size of a grapefuit in the leg?
Shoes: Heels. In the aiport. Need I say more?
Skirt: Please continue wiping your breakfast/lunch/dinner on me. 4 days in a row just wasn't enough.
Ahhhh, there you have it. The minds of my clothing. I would tell you what the rest in my suitcase think, but I dont think you want to know.
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