Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Dream of Jeannie and the Perfect Dress

I'm. Feeling. Beat. Down. People.
I took my fourteen year old DRESS shopping for Semi-Formal.
I wish I was I Dream of Jeannie.
I'd snap my fingers and smile as big as the sun.
The dress would be perfect.
No sour puss.
No huff or puff.
Just a dress.
The perfect one.

Sigh ...

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