All dresses should be required to have pockets.
My neighborhood has been overrun by the UN General Assembly. It looks like a military junta has taken over and all I can say is thank goodness one in every 15 police officers is good looking. At least this way, when I'm fighting to walk to and from work, I can play infinite rounds of Spot the Hot Cop to distract myself from the diplomats and their aides who, frustratingly, have yet to master the art of brisk, determined, NYC-style pedestrianship.
Have been inspired to blog once again by Dooce.com -- if you haven't read her, you haven't really lived. In a completely hyperbolic sense. Clearly.
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