It’s official: The Diva is now into the double digits having turned the big 1-0 last month.
Getting info out of this kid is akin to talking to a politician. There are no straight answers. So, naturally, it took months to pin her down on a theme all the while in my head I’m begging to skip the cheesy and give Mama something she can work with.
VOILA! It was Hawaiian luau time! Alas, there was no roast pig but there was grilling and luau music, tiki kitsch and a grass skirt.
Yes, it’s a coconut bra. The look on Himself’s face was worth it and this was after the two-piece bathing suit dustup. The man’s convinced I’m trying to shock him to death. I assure him, no, I’ll nag him to death.
She really wanted me to get a coconut bra of my own but apparently they don’t come in a ‘melon’ size and while the resulting heart palpitations in the snarky relatives may have been fun for moi, Himself would’ve had a cow. Cowabunga, dude!
Does this look say ‘I’m plotting my revenge’ or what.
And just when I begin to think they don’t love one another, they do this.
Outsiders may think she’s trying to break his neck, but this is sisterly love, you jerk!