wa-wa-wa-women, men, ideas, clothes, gossip, stories, farts, untactfulness, stream of consciousness, randomness. . . from a Texas gal who dreams of being a seashore girl in Costa Rica.
Yesterday, I decided to wear one of my vintage dresses to work. Lots of people complimented me. My boss called me June Cleaver. I was just praying no one would tell me to gather Scarecrow and Tin Man and follow the yellow brick road.