Last night was terrible. Instead of reclining languidly on a chaise, cigarette (in holder) in one hand, scotch-rocks on the other, she was hopping up all night. She got people drinks. She took coats. She even hugged people. I am not a dress for hugging—it breaks the beads. I used to belong to her sister, who had people she paid to do that kind of thing. Catch her mixing her own drinks! I suppose it’s my fault, for going out of style … I thought I was a classic, until I wasn’t anymore. So now there’s hugging. And cheese logs.
A Dress A Day 
oh, this one really did make me lol (and I HATE lol! Poor dress, coming down in the world.
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That dress should just wait ’till it goes to the consignment shop, and some girl like me takes it home to wear as a *nightgown*.
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That is funny. FUNNNNNY!Patricia
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I do love your drabbles! Every day I’m looking forward to them…Thank you!berry
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Snob. I hope you end up in my costume closet.
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And cheese logs! That’s great.
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Cheese Logs! made me snort!
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And cheese logs.I laughed so loud my office mates had to look. They’re all boys and think cheese logs are rather tasty… Yep.
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Love the drabbles, AND cheese logs (Amy Sedaris would be so proud). Love beading, and hugging; what’s a girl (or dress) to do? Try to embrace impermanence, I guess…
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I kinda like this dress — but then, I love a little cheese.
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I had to LOL too. I love Amy Sedaris. Oh, cheese logs I have not heard of tthese in a along time.
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I love that dress it is so pretty.
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Word.
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