Elvis, whining: Me not want those tights. Me want purple tights. Me: Are you crying about it? Elvis, not whining: Me not crying. Me talking. Me want purple tights.
(Not with regard to the purple tights, though. Generally. There is a certain pink towel that has launched a thousand ships ... of whininess. Awkward metaphors FTW!).
I have to agree with her about the purple tights. I saw some awesome ones at Target, but they didn't have my size (they didn't have Elvis's size either, though, so I'm in good company).
I didn't think so, but apparently yes. We were walking to Casey's school yesterday, and she pointed out a new mural with orange buildings and a blue sky.
So I guess she probably does own purple tights, though I didn't see any in the drawer.
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(Not with regard to the purple tights, though. Generally. There is a certain pink towel that has launched a thousand ships ... of whininess. Awkward metaphors FTW!).
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I have to agree with her about the purple tights. I saw some awesome ones at Target, but they didn't have my size (they didn't have Elvis's size either, though, so I'm in good company).
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So I guess she probably does own purple tights, though I didn't see any in the drawer.
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and i agree, purple tights sound fabulous.
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