Huh.
I'm killing time waiting for the kids to eat and for Jacob to get ready since we leave in an hour for a wedding. I curled my hair and pinned it back and used my new Maybelline XXL mascara (which is insane, I can't say enough) and my candy pink lipgloss, and I have a cute pink fluffy little dress on, and my pink fuck-me shoes (that would be the 4 inch stilettos), because otherwise Jake gets a crick in his neck if we dance at all.
I was feeling pretty cute until Jacob walked past me and did a double take and said Christ, Bridge, you look like a doll.
I briefly debated switching to black high heels and a black dress but then I figured he might tell me I looked like a whore.
Yeah, it's really hot tonight and we're getting along smashingly.
