I didn't buy you anything for Christmas.
It's not that I wasn't thinking of you. I just
Fortunately, though, I had prepared for just such an emergency. In lieu of a tangible gift, I offer my best wishes for the new year ... and this:
Does this look say that I'm about three seconds away from having a dance war with my pimp? Because I think that's what I was going for; nothing says, "I will cut you," like a knee-length fuchsia satin blouse over black stirrup pants, and that Mickey Mouse watch is DEADLY.
My only regret is that I didn't crimp my hair.
For extra consolation--and because my sister Joon is going to LOVE IT--I give you this:
I know what you're thinking:
"Wow, that is HOTT."
I know.
And ... you're welcome.
1 comment:
Ah, fun Kodak moments in front of the homemade canopy bed. And Eiffel Tower hair. We WERE HOTTTTT.
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