The sun is shining, the grass is green, the orange and palm trees sway…
And I am driving through the neighbourhood when I see a woman standing outside her house. She’s blond, tanned, and “dressed” in a red bra, panties, and heels – you know, for Xmas. And her photographer friend is taking her Xmas photos.
Just another normal December day in greater Los Angeles.
Tell Becky to get the wig off and put her clothes back on!
Meanwhile the transport network in S/E England grinds to a halt yet again because of snow and ice (I know! In December)!
Merry Christmas to you, balmy Deanes, from we shivering Boards
xxxxx
I don’t think anyone’s seen more than just my eyes peeking from under my scarf in days! Which isn’t bad because I’m so pale I would blind people with the glare off my skin. In a dark room, even.
But I’m glad that someone is warm and walks out of the house with less than 3 layers on. It gives me hope that maybe someday I can live someplace where I’ll be photographed in my underwear in December.