As I was watching the preview for the Sex and the City Movie, it occurred to me that I am not fabulous.
I am a lot of things, and most of those things are positive (cute, funny, smart, etc...), but I am not fabulous.
I don't even know how to go about being fabulous. I think it involves large purses.
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- trademarkmama
- Palo Alto, California, United States
- Sometimes I have random thoughts when I am driving in the car, and I an compelled to share them. Lucky you.
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I think being fabulous requires really expensive and really painful stilleto heels, and because my feet are all "Oh, hell no!" when we walk (or they walk? it's confusing) around fancy shoe displays, I fear my physical self will never catch up with how fabulous my mental self seems to think I am.
Or want to be. Yeah. Want to be.
(welcome to blogging! excuse my intermittent use of lowercase letters and the appearance that I am stalking you as I go read your other entries!)
...and very high uncomfortable shoes, maybe?
Hi! I read over at your husband's blog! So great to put a person behind the stories!! Erin is adorable!!
If what I see on Sex and the City is Fabulous, then Fabulous ain't what I wanna be.
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