Just because you’re pregnant...
We know you’re pregnant but does that mean you must dress like an over-ripe eggplant? We think the aubergine dress you wore to the beach yesterday was a sight to behold. We were so flabbergasted by its frumpiness, we had to set down our Y&R wine-mugs to rewind you walking around in it. We rewinded you a few times. Then we laughed and laughed and picked up our mugs once more, secure in the knowledge that whatever painting shirts we were wearing could never be as bad as that. We swear you had several babies growing in several spots on your body as that dress billowed about on the fake beach set.
Here at The Wine and Are, the general consensus is that you should please go over to Lauren’s and borrow something from her closet. Now there’s a pregnant woman who knows how to dress. And since you’re both Size One, you should have no trouble swapping maternity basques.
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I’ve been reading Alice in Wonderland this past week, having never done so before (amazingly). I see where Lemony Snicket got his style. The Series of Unfortunate Events books owe a great deal to Carroll’s wonderful use of language. Poison will tend to disagree with one sooner or later, as Alice discovered, but we found our poison of choice most pleasant. Yesterday, in honour of Phyllis and Lauren’s jungle-print maternity lingerie, we sipped a fine Tribal Sauvignon Blanc/Colombard blend. As none of us are pregnant, we imbibed freely.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Phyllis, dear...
