Started the day at the diner, with an eerie feeling that rustle on my thighs would be more than the fat making a deposit of extra cream from the latte.
I went home to be sure I could still squeeze into those tights.
Back on the Playa, I took a stroll Rangering, and Lo! it was Puterdoc sporting a tutu. He was acting so nonchalant, like, what lag? (not a normal for a comment from a putergeek).
and then, OH, MY!... I knew, it was too, too, Tutu Tuesday, entirely too well.