Lately I’ve been hearing myself say things I never thought I would: Get your finger out of your butt. Stop dancing on the table. Seriously, get your finger out of your butt. I. Love. My. Minivan.
I’ve never been a fashion maven. I wore Jordache zipper jeans, not Guess. I thought Gap was high fashion until I went to college with L.A. trend setters. And even now I’d choose flip flops over Manolos (did I even spell/say that right?) any day of the week. Don’t get me wrong, I try to […]