- This is me. No make up. Rattle trap hair. And on the way to the public library with my boys.
- I'm also re-wearing these pants unwashed AGAIN tonight to Kenny's ball game.
Basked in moo-moos with brilliant floral printed flare. I dig you, Mrs. Roper. You eeked jewelry large. Draped & bobbled about you. You were svelte in the Santa Monica sweltering humidity. Flamboyant in your ways dealing with Stanley, better yet, Chrissy. Animated & alert for nothing more than life. In cahoots half the time for the next big scene of hilarious adventure. You, Mrs. Roper, are where it's at.
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I love the radicalness of a cardigan with denim shorts. Mixing mint with electric blue, Meg? Um, yeah. The bootie. Ahh, the booo-tayyyy. It's in, peeps. Now is the time to cover those crusty, chipped toenail polished feetsies. And who doesn't love a good ole worn out tee? One so soft it may just serve as a sleeper shirt too. Did I say that out loud?
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