Uncontrollably distracted by how fabulous they looked in their “re-purposed” dresses, the girls failed to notice that Florence was still passed out from exposure to the melted-crayon fumes.
I have been inspired by the lovely blog Catalog Living to put my natural mocking instinct “on paper”, if only to get the overflowing sarcasm out of my head. To this end I provide a JPG caught in the wild (web) and provide an appropriate (or in some cases inappropriate) caption.
“Loxy, Moxy and Foxy had an overwhelming fear that despite their continued effort to dress dramatically different from one another, Jared the cute but dimwitted neighbor still thought they were all the same girl. Perhaps it was their shared love of neutrals, or perhaps it was the fact that they were genetically engineered clones.”
Dillan wasn’t sure if his talk with Lana about “multitasking” had really gotten through, until their beach walk ended and he witness her washing her feet and biting directly into a bunch of bananas without even stopping to peel them. At times like these, he wondered if he could send her back to Russia.