My baby Olive is sick with some sort of liver problem (again), so I've decided that accepting the situation followed by a heavy dose of distraction are the best solutions.
The morning of school pictures in 2nd grade my mom yelled at me for dressing too trashy - it was a blue and white striped shirt (think trainwreck zebra...) that had the shoulders cut off with 4-5 strings laying where a piece of cloth might belong. I felt uber grown up and trendy and was forced out of it and into a hand me down carnation pink dress with gray circles all over it. Compromise, my ass...
The following year I really showed her by staying up late the night before school pictures with my Tean Beat magazine and decided which teen sensation I would emulate. I chose Kris Kross. Yes the boys. I broke into the medicine cabinet and shaved off spaces in BOTH eyebrows. Sick. Really Tubular & Radical. Also I tried on my overalls with one strap down for good measure. WTF why can't I be tan?!!?
It worked out well until that meddling ***** freaked out (why MOM seriously... I look SO toughhhhh), and pencilled in my eyebrows. Foiled again.
Just recently I realized that I am a grown-up, and guess what? Now I can wear what I want and NO ONE is going to stop me bahahah!!!
Eat your heart out. Vomiting Rainbow Explosion!!!!
Yup. Colors abound. That's all for now, think sweet thoughts for my little bullie love.