Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Mama real tired and it has come to this:

I'm wearing a pair of black and fuschia Nike flip flops (HATE flip flops, but there it is) with a dress to work. On a Wednesday. 

I'm wearing a dress. It's a cute dress and would work with flipflops, but this is sort of pushing the limit. I cannot give a single intercourse about it, but somewhere in my flamboyant, play-dressup-daily soul, I have outraged myself.  I'm sure I can quiet that outrage with the thought of comfort during a 100+ degree day.  Or not.

Blogger told me I misspelled fuschia.  Well, you're WRONG, Blogger. Nyah.


Old NFO said...

LOL, one of THOSE days eh???

J.R.Shirley said...

You've given up, haven't you? Well, okay- you're not wearing sweatpants, so that's something.

Christina RN LMT said...

Named after the flower, which is named for a person with the surname "Fuchs". ("Fox" in German, but I forgive you for seeing/dropping the good old Anglo-Saxon F-bomb.)

Hope your days get better, my dear. And you could never be anything but stylish and classy, even if you wore ratty sweats.