Heh heh heh.
OK, so maybe Pat Robertson thinks I'm a sinner (see last post) but personally, I think God loves me and wants me to be happy. Look what showed up in the mail yesterday:
See, when I obsess about something, I don't sit around like the Lady of Shalott. No, I do something about it. And the proof is currently sitting on my bed. So. Pat Robertson can just kiss my moon-like ass.
Also? Notice the extra super-fantastic Moschino gloves with the super cute hearts trimmed in gold leather on the tops. Don't they go great with the bag? See the brown and gold? See?
Man, I'll bet those blogging babes were wicked impressed when I met them today. I bet they were thinking "wow, and she writes like such a slob. But those accessories ...!"