Yeah, so I jumped on the trend (about a year late) and I painted my fingernails black. Well, more of a black cherry, really. I love it. I feel like a goth chick. My name will be Searcy Nightshade (SNL, anyone?). Good times. Oh! Remember her little friend Azreal Abyss? He worked at Cinnabons in the mall. Jim Breuer played his asshat older brother, “Todd, dad says you have to wash the minivan now!”
I effin love SNL…sometimes. But, I digress.
I love the dark polish, I do. I also love the 80’s inspired clothes and little skull stuff all the young girls are wearing. It makes me want to go roller skating, not that I could ever skate for shit, but I looked cool. I guess as cool as you could look in the fifth grade with busted out Jordache Jeans from a thrift store. It sucked being poor, but I still had the look…the Jordache look. Whatever the hell that was.
I have decided I will live vicariously through my daughter as all mothers do. The things I wish I could wear, I will incorporate into her wardrobe. I know eventually she will hate everything that I try to put on her. I figure I have maybe five or six years at the most here, so I better step to it. Maybe we’ll get matching outfits and go skating together. I am sure at 13 she’ll love hitting the rink with her 48 y/o mother. That will kick ass. The kids will all think I am so cool, right? About as cool as taking Mary Kay Laterno to your prom.
Gross. Better dose up on the Boniva.
I am still not sure how an entire year slipped right by me, but alas, it did. She was a hoot at her party and she impressed the crowd by systematically destroying her birthday cake. I would never have thought that she could eat the whole thing…that’s what I get for thinking.
