UH-OH, SHE HAS A BAD CASE OF...

BEING BAD. SHE IS BAD I'M OVER 52. I've EARNED ME THE RIGHT TO SOME BIG BAD - we're talkin' 'tude. I SPIT BAD FLOWERS. DON'T TRIP ON THEM; MAKE A BOUQUET? I'M WEARING CLOTHES. SOME THRIFTED, SOME GIFTS. ALL TERRIBLY, HORRIBLY BAD. Bad plaid. Very, very bad. Baaad. say it like a goat worn to the nordstrom opening, sep 19 post - farked tartan jacket, big bad pants. adding to bella's linkup for plaidurday at citizen rosebud (edit: the link is not on anymore. oh well.) AND THERE'S CARROT IN MY SCARF/WRAP, MAYBE EVEN STUCK IN MY TEETH,...