Oh you knew it was going to happen. I couldn't sit back and be sweet and quiet for long. Cause you know, that's just not me. I'm abrasive and loud. YOU LOVE ME!
Mr. Sabin, Mr. Shelley, what was wrong with the last pair of tights? The red ones?
Did you tear them? Loose them somewhere when traveling? Were they just in the laundry?
I don't like the new ones.These multicoloured ones are just too harsh.
And you know, for anyone who is reading this maybe for the first time wondering why I am nagging them about their pants, it's a long story.
And if you 're sitting there thinking "how do you think you Miss Blood would feel if they nagged at you about your clothes?" My reply would be "Sure that's fine. Lest then they would be replying to my blogging. Opening up a conversation." Which is what this whole past year has been about. (all on the old blog)
Besides, if a man mocked me, it wouldn't be the first time nor the last. I'm used to it.
