Oh, you have GOT to be KIDDING me.
Leaving aside for a second that mention that her nightly bronzing rituals clearly don't extend as far as her feet, how does one woman -- who runs a boutique, no less -- own so much nearly identical leopard print? I mean, REALLY? You could fit her imagination inside an egg and still have room for the yolk. And maybe a meatball.
Leaving aside for a second that mention that her nightly bronzing rituals clearly don't extend as far as her feet, how does one woman -- who runs a boutique, no less -- own so much nearly identical leopard print? I mean, REALLY? You could fit her imagination inside an egg and still have room for the yolk. And maybe a meatball.
