Well apparently I lied about the not having to worry what I’m wearing part of my girl date with Michelle tonight. I came to the sad realization that my stellar breakfast of candy and potato chips has sorta ruled out my initial outfit. *note to self: eating like shit=a fat ass*
Anyway I finally decide on a nice white mini and an off the shoulder black top. Yey. 52 outfits later, I’m all set. I gave Michelle a quick buzz to make sure all was okay and to check what she was wearing (as I really have no clue what one wears to go see Chelsea Handler) and she informs me that she’s wearing white jeans and a black off the shoulder top! WTF?! Has she any idea how long it took me to settle on my black and white ensemble? Fuck!
As I don’t think its good for 2 grown women to pretty much look like the bobsy twins, it’s back to the drawing board for me. I am now totally overdressed and have a mile high pile of clothes to hang back up when I get home.