we have a tomato:
We also have a problem. Spoleto is upon us and as the dutiful girl friend of a journalist, I shall be attending performances for review.
And as a laid back, jeans and t-shirt kind of gal, I only have a few "good" outfits. You know, the funeral dress, the wedding dress, the job interview dress.
All of which fit me about 20 pounds ago.
So today I must do the one thing I despise more than a mammogram: Go clothes shopping at the mall.
Even worse, worse than a Pap smear: shop for shoes.
I'm the worst at being a girl.
Loki sez: I get a new shoebox to chew?