Sublime

She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke.

(I want to be clear, I’m not putting down women who choose to dress this way; however, I am quite down on the ad men within the detergent industrial complex who’ve decided that the only people who do laundry are women, and the only women who do laundry are mothers, and the mothers all wear matching twinsets as if they were in some kind of cult, and

our wardrobe designer said that The Creator explicitly asked for bikinis, and so she had to at least have me try on one or two of them so he had the option.

Kara hates to get dressed in the morning. Now my wife and I offer different characters to dress her.