Honey-roasted peanuts, I'm sorry, I truly am. I believe I have been suffering from an attack of spleen for the past few days and the thought of approaching my blog with the Dust Bowl that is currently my life has filled me with dread and loathing. Never fear, I am currently in the process of Sucking It Up, as all good Slavs do what with the centuries of invasion and oppression behind us, and promise to be back friskier than ever.
In the meantime, while I am in the process of regaining my frisk, I present to you a photo I took at Albertson's on Sunday. I was almost done with my grocery shopping when I noticed an old lady with a walker -- she had to be at least 80. Said lady caught my eye because she was wearing black leather pants. NOT ONLY black leather pants, but black leather pants with black pantyhose and sandals. I stood there for a while with my cart, deliberating just how evil it would be to take her picture and finally decided that what she didn't know couldn't hurt her so I whipped out my cell phone and there you go. Rocker grandma in the haircare aisle.
In the meantime, while I am in the process of regaining my frisk, I present to you a photo I took at Albertson's on Sunday. I was almost done with my grocery shopping when I noticed an old lady with a walker -- she had to be at least 80. Said lady caught my eye because she was wearing black leather pants. NOT ONLY black leather pants, but black leather pants with black pantyhose and sandals. I stood there for a while with my cart, deliberating just how evil it would be to take her picture and finally decided that what she didn't know couldn't hurt her so I whipped out my cell phone and there you go. Rocker grandma in the haircare aisle.
Yeah! Go granny!
I wonder if she needs a pool boy...
Posted by: mexikid | Wednesday, February 23, 2005 at 10:56 AM