The Victoria’s Secret Swim Party was held in LA last night, and the Angels and their angels were out in full force. Thanks for that.
Today is one of those God-awful 50-degree rainy days here, and all I want to do is wallow in my ‘I want to go and play outside’ disappointment with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Brownie Batter. That, and my six-hundred year-old afghan that my great-great-great-great-grandmother’s aunt’s cousin’s daughter knitted back when women were regular women and not golden Amazonian goddesses who emitted fat-free rainbow sprinkles and platinum-coated unicorns from their every orifice.
That should make me feel better about all of these photos, right?
