Still cool with whatever I pick, darling...? I know ice blue isn't your color, but you said you didn't care, so, here ya go! Ain't she a beaut? Wait, what's that? Do you have to wear ghostface makeup and grow a mullet? Why, yes, dear. Yes you do. The look just wouldn't be complete without it. Kisses!
Love, B*
SUIT UPDATE:
We have not attempted to shop again. Surprise, Surprise. And you know what? It's not like I'm dyyyying to spend my day-off shopping with a crankypants a-hole. I have shit to do. And I don't think Mike realizes that spending an afternoon of shopping with him is *just* as tortuous to me as it is to him. And another factor in play here is the fact that suits aren't cheap. So it's gonna take some time to try on different fits and find the right price. So here is my final plea and compromise: I will be as positive and as chill as you want to go about doing this. We can do one store at a time on different days, to avoid feeling overwhelmed. Whatever it takes. I just can't do this suit thing alone. As much as I'd like to be able to. I Can't. With a capital fuckin "C."
*GoodGodIamUptoMyEarsInWeddingAndGoingToExplodeJustFuckingCooperate

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