Makes Me Tickle

Liv has some sort of disorder.  I have no other way to categorize it. 

I was getting ready for our Valentine's Day date and she came to watch me.  After a minute she says, "That makes me tickle."

"What makes you tickle?" 

"When you put on too much make-up or wear funny shirts like that."

I smiled.  How sweet.  But there was an ackward pause.

"A good tickle or a bad tickle?"

"A bad tickle."

This comes from a girl who, in a heartbeat would choose the following dress when we window shop...

Liv in 10 years (in her wildest dreams)

F.Y.I. I found this under "ghetto prom dress" on google.

YOU HAVE TO DO THAT SEARCH AND LOOK FOR THE BLACK GIRL IN THE LONG WHITE "GOWN"!

I guess she prefers I look like my usual slob.

She catches "Toddlers and Tiaras" commercials (confession: I watch those shows when they go to bed hehehe), and begs me to do a pageant.  ick.  But I have to look like a cow in order for her tummy not to tickle.

I guess if I hadn't "let myself go" she wouldn't know the difference.

It's in the Bag

I am not readily accessorizable. I attribute it to the freckles. The canvas is already too busy with those pigment pocks to carry a chandelier earring or a even a print shirt.

Anyhoo, I must get a new Fossil bag annually to add some color to my life. Here's the newest addition...

Isn't she lovely. She's called Talita. Came with a little bird keychain.