So I was snuggling in bed with Molly while we read a little Nancy Drew. Tom walked by and caught sight of my hot pink terry cloth tube-toppish pool cover-up.
Thinking I was channeling another terry cloth era, he said: “Well Hellooooooo Chrissy Snow!” with a big grin on his face.
When I got up a few minutes later and he saw my whole outfit in its caftan-like glory, he said, “Maybe I should have called you Mrs. Roper instead.”
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
When I got up a few minutes later and he saw my whole outfit in its caftan-like glory, he said, “Maybe I should have called you Mrs. Roper instead.”
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
