Oh the Humanity!

While there was no Zeppelins crash landing in a halo of flames and no lives lost, Miss A is still devastated.

You see, internet world, her mean mommy made her wear a dress



A pink, fluffy, glittery, bow decorated, tulle constructed dress. All for my own evil pleasure.

*insert evil laugh*

The way I see it, I have a small window of time, and opportunity, to be able to impose my will upon her wardrobe, and I for one intend to slip on as many of these pink pieces of perfection to the bitter end.

And if she needs therapy, that's ok. I have a great therapist that got me through all my repressed memories of being a redhead little girl forced to wear pink :D

oh, and I did it twice. Common, there were TWO dresses! what else was I suppose to do?!