Wardrobe dilemna.

So I have a date on Friday with a boy who might actually be unboring. So. What does one wear? I've included what the voices in my head say. I promise is to comb my hair, wear a bra and wear mascara. More substantive content to come later, maybe.




This must be my secret desire to be a hippie expressing itself.




This is the sluttiest dress I own. I think it might be too much.




My mom was actually right! This dress IS see through. And I look drunk.



Still see through and I need a bra. Awesome!



Why so angry? Oh, because that is an ugly dress. Point number two for mom, patterns and I don't go together.



I look like an Easter egg.




Ummm, rainbows?



Just no.



No words.




Maybe.



Wrong in about three ways.




You look like a cougar wearing leopard.




You STILL look like a cougar wearing leopard.



Are you trying to hide a pregnancy under there?



Maybe you should comb your hair.

I think it's time to go shopping.