I’m a prime candidate for the show What Not To Wear.  I am a fashion moron, a fashionista’s nightmare a slob–I’m not kidding here folks.  If it weren’t for my dear friend G, I wouldn’t have a thing to wear that wasn’t a T-shirt, or a sweatshirt with jeans.  Most of my jeans are ratty looking and my choice of shirts would make Stacey cringe and Clinton vomit.

     As I sat there watching the show tonight (for lack of anything else interesting being on TV) I came to conclusion, that one day, in the future, one of my friends was bound to send my name into the show.  If only to watch me embarrass myself in public.  Then again, I often embarrass myself in public, so what else is new?

     I can disgrace myself in less than a minute.  Walk me into a clothing store and watch me have a complete meltdown.

     “Clothes?  You want me to buy clothes?  Are you out of your friggin’ mind?”

     On another note…Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog.  When I began writing this a year ago I never expected to have as many hits or lovely comments as I’ve had.  Thank you dear readers for giving me the encouragement to continue doing this.