A Victoria's Secret catalogue landed in our mailbox the other day (like one does almost every day). Looks like there's a new Vintage (oxymoron?) collection. Well, I was immediately given the green light to go out and purchase . . .
this. Normally, The H gives you his blessing to go shopping (not that I wait for that, mind you) and you go. But this time, I don't know . . . I'm all for keeping it spicy and rocking a new nightie every now and then. But the above just looks, what's the word, uncomfortable. So you'll forgive me if I take the money and run. Probably to the kiddie shoe store. Snook needs new sneakers.