Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A new york smile in skinny jeans

In continuation of my poopie mood, I have written a poem...

Skinny jeans, skinny jeans
You are a trend that should die
For hips and asses – you do not hide

Skinny jeans, skinny jeans
That only tall toothpicks can wear
Aren’t you concerned that I look like a pear?

Skinny jeans, skinny jeans
You now crowd the shelves
Leaving us curvy girls to fend for ourselves

Skinny jeans, skinny jeans
I hope you are only a fad
Like chunky heels, hammer pants, and dreaded shoulder pads.

This is dedicated to LISA.

Did everyone watch
How I Met Your Mother 
last night?

(note- I originally typed that as: How I Met Your Mother Last Night? bow chica wow wow)
Now this is a sitcom that gets it right.
So freaking creative every single time.

If you haven't seen it- watch it

don't forget to watch TBL tonight

Abbie and I have a bet with another couple on who the winner will be
loser has to buy dinner
my vote is for Rick.
not necessarily because I think he has the most potential
but because of this:

we now jump at the opportunity to yell  - Rick!


  1. I'm only a skinny jeans tucked into boots kind of girl, any other way and I look 50 lbs. heavier!

  2. Love the poem! You are the best!