I’ve been getting in some trouble for some months now, every time I dress nice… people follow me to my car, stare deeply at me, or accuse me of staring at their man.
Um I just tried to look nice for a change, sorry that me putting more that 10 minutes into my makeup offends people. To try to appease the public (and save myself from swift parking lot murders) I have decided to spice up the old wardrobe:
P.S. This is Christine’s response (which I immortalized in doodle):
Thanks little liquid beanie!
P.P.S. I did stare at him… he was sitting across the table from me. Hey Angel!
So about 2 weeks ago I had a dream that Christine got married.
And she didn’t invite me or Isabel. She forgot. Isabel received her invitation the day before the wedding… But mine was not to be found…
Instead we saw her nuptials on facebook… And what I saw was terrifying.
It looked like the 1980s and a classy George Washington painting had a baby with grimace of McDonalds fame during the festival mardi gras. It was wrong. It was really wrong… for reals.
And thanks to the magic of doodling and the bounty of photos on the internet… I can share my nightmare with you…
Her ceremony mildly looked like this, except it had more swaggy fabric:
and Christine bragged about her dress which looked like this:
Here is a handier diagram for those who are not in my brain:
She walked down the aisle to Angel dressed like George Washington…. Who actually looks cool dressed like the first president of our country, at an Elton John concert:
And maybe it was good we were not invited… because, all her bridemaids looked like grimace:
It was at times fascinating and disgusting, and magical all in one.
But, please don’t ever be real. Also no more dreams with facebook