Thursday, November 17, 2011

Too Bad I Never Got Into Velvet

Michael doesn't like leopard prints. I asked him how he could dislike something so universally awesome and he told me that he finds them tacky and that he would appreciate it if I refrain from wearing leopard around him because he doesn't want to think he married Peggy Bundy.


If he thinks I'm going to let little things like love and consideration come between me and leopard prints than he doesn't know me too well.

I actually don't own a lot of leopard print things, just one actually. It's kind of hard to find leopard prints done well. How they came to represent fast and cheap, I don't know. But hey, take a print that symbolizes loose and fast women, marry it with shoes worn by sleezey, creepy, porn-y guys


and you have...


my new shoes! I'm glad I know how to tie an ascot.



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