Pink Monkey Chatter

I wasn’t worried when my mother sent both my boys a Valentine but didn’t send me even one yellowed, crumpled doilie. However, I did start to wonder when the dog received a Valentine from my mother, and I remained ignored. It’s not that a thirty-nine-ish woman should need a Valentine from her mother, but I just wondered if she was trying to tell me something. My friend James helpfully suggested that her lack of parental love could be an indication that she had read my blog.

So, when she arrived this afternoon. I was somewhat relieved to see that she had a present for me wrapped in recycled, pink tissue paper. And then, I opened it….

Jane Fonda eat your heart out!!! I was looking for the perfect outfit for a teacher/student party this weekend. The only problem is that I can’t figure out which is the front and which is the back as both sides seem to end in a bit of a thong. Curiously, I don’t exercise and I can’t dance. So other than the obvious trip to the grocery store, I can’t quite figure out where to show off  my new gift.

Never mind…Add a pair of purple sparkly tights and my black suede scrunch boots and…Oh baby!!!