This past Sunday, I went to brunch with a pal and naturally opted for bottomless mimosas. Great way to spend a drizzly, lazy afternoon. Until you have to drive home. My car was in the parking structure of a mall complex across the street, so I had only one choice. Buy a grande vanilla latte and shop. I had recently told my friend M that I feel I am now at an age where I should give up novelty tees (no, the horror). Maybe it was the bubbly, but I couldn’t resist this:
Plus, it was on markdown at Nordstrom Rack. Have you ever met a nice Oriental Lady who didn’t love a good bargain? Case closed.