My boss, fmr., got her new StitchFix for April. Let’s judge!
I ran into her office and watched her open her box like it was Xmas morning. X-Files morning. Like a morning with my ex.
I was a big fan of this shirt with birds, as I enjoy a bird on anything. Except perhaps on my esophagus. A bird on one’s esophagus would blow.
“Should I put on the blouse with the jeans that came in the box, too?” she asked.
Also, I had no time for this. I proofread so hard yesterday that my contacts were prunes by 5:00.
“These jeans actually fit!” she said. “Mail-order jeans that fit!”
Can we vote on whether adding polls is a pain in my ASS?
And finally, we have an accessory. Bracelet yourselves…
Please vote early and often. Why do people say that? Anyway, vote before I blog again. Stop her, before she blogs again!