Happy Friday friends! I'm finally upgrading to the new Blogger, so if it looks like a five-year-old on crack wrote this post, it's probably because I gave my five-year-old some crack earlier and she got a hold of my computer. HA I kid. But seriously.
Seriously.
Anyway, I've gotta knock this one out because my kids are forcing me to take them to see Alvin and the Chipmunks at the cheap theatre today (oh, I just looove Spring Break). I would probably rather stub my toe, but whatever, I get popcorn.
Here we go!
Ok, this just in... I officially hate new Blogger. This has been the most harrowing 10 minutes of my life.
Oh, I was so worried about missing Cinco De Mayo, but luckily, I can bring the party on my feet! Ole! (Aaaand thus ends the extent of my impeccable Spanish)
My adorbs friend Manda sent be this gem from Pinterest. Either this girl is dressed as a sexy urinal for Halloween, or her husband really, REALLY enjoys the smell of urinal pucks.
Steph sent these, worried that they might not be ugly enough for me to feature them. Don't worry Jessica. You did the right thing. Easter hookers should be exposed for what they really are.
Brings a new meaning to "egg hunt" amiright?
Hahahaha. Ew. Things just got weird.
Heather sent this with a whole article dedicated to the crack-showing trend. Like, has mankind descended so fully that I have to make a statement on this? This is the BACK of a dress. I guess we should all just be happy it's not the front.
OMG YES. I was just voted "Queen of the Damned" and had NO idea what to wear to the blood drinking ceremony. Pheeeeew.
Hey, flip flop/cowboy boots-wearer! I promise the boots can stay at home while you go to the beach. I can guarantee most people know you're a redneck just by looking at your face. (Thanks Rebecca and Stacey!)
Another reader sent this dress, which had the title "Pretty Cool Tank-Style Summer Dress" Let's break it down:
Pretty: No
Cool: Uh, maybe in Amish country.
Tank-Style: Where??
Summer: Nope.
Dress: Ding ding ding!
Oh, so tree leggings are like, a thing now? I guess they say "I love the planet and talk incessantly about my square foot garden and don't shut up about my sustainable house" in a really subtle way.
These pants were called "Darn Yankees" I'm sorry, did I miss the part in American history when the Confederate Army fought off a band of flamboyant ill-fitting pants wearers from Maine?
I guess they're better than these, which are called "Used to Be" pants. I can think of a few things they used to be:
1) A gay pride flag.
2) Table coverings for an ice cream social.
3) An advertisement for candy corn.
4) Anything but actual pants.
As always, thanks to my awesome readers who keep my inbox and
Facebook page packed with bad fashion for each Friday. I love you like I love cake. And I love cake a lot.
OK, I'm off to get a headache from listening to the Chipmunks for the next two hours. And by "listening the Chipmunks" I mean playing "Draw Something" with my headphones in. Happy weekend! Muah!