Can someone define Smart Casual for me in terms I can understand? I read Wikipedia's definition and I'm still not sure. I'm wearing linen gaucho pants (I think that's what they are when they are capri length but loose) and a pink button down short sleeved top. Does this count? When I share that I'm wearing my black Bite shoes (2nd pair in the post), does that make it less smart casual? Help!
It totally irks me when I buy a gift for someone and the store where I bought it uses price stickers that are impossible to remove from the gift. If I'm paying an assload of money for something, the least they can do is make sure that the price tag can come off without leaving a bunch of gunk behind. It looks so tacky.
This is especially bothersome when it's books.
I was too lazy to throw the clean clothes from the washer to the dryer last night. Since I don't do mornings, and was too rushed to figure out a replacement cute outfit, I was forced to wear the black faux-wrap dress I had planned to wear today.
Good thing it's a warm day today, the dampness of the fabric will keep me cool long into the night.
Our local circuit city smells like armpits.
Avid Peevery readers know how much I hate words on asses. You can imagine my horrification at the sight of one of my nine year old scouts wearing a too tight pair of shorts with words across the ass. Who allows their CHILD to wear that?!
I had a garage sale on Saturday. I made twice as much money as I was hoping for and I thought I had pretty lofty goals to start. I mainly wanted to make enough to buy a semi-fancy new stroller. No one has that freaking stroller in stock!
I should mention that I sold our old stroller at the garage sale.
As usual, I was running late for work and didn't have time to run down to our basement dryer to pull out a pair of clean pants, so I threw on my previously-worn-this-week, and probably stinky, faded favorite black pants, a pullover shirt, the shoes by the front door, and off I went.
I was talking to bosslady this morning when I realized that there is a hole in the ass of my favorite pants, and not located where my matching black underwear is, it's over the white skin of my butt, so it's really hard to camoflage. I'm now looking for some black electrical tape.
Explain to me how a man can walk into a store, grab up a whole new wardrobe, not try any of it on, come home and everything not only fits perfectly...but it also makes his ass look smaller.
This bra sucks. It keeps biting me. And I don't think it's too professional to keep adjusting my ladies over the underwire.
It may not be embarrassing if the main character on Queen Sized (and no, that's not a porno) is wearing a shirt from the fat chick store that's currently hanging in your closet, but it is embarrassing if you're too fat to wear said shirt in the size that's currently hanging in your closet.
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