DATE NIGHT! Jeremy took me to see "Where the Wild Things Are", but that may or may not have been because he thought it was a Joe Francis movie about the locations in which girls go wild.
Just kidding, Pivs only has eyes for me.
It was all good until those pesky paparazzi made themselves known. I swear, we can't go ANYWHERE. Sigh.
Now my mom is probably going to lecture me about how tacky it is to let your bra straps show, especially when they're green. THANKS, PAPARAZZI!
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Where The Paparazzi Are
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4 comments:
I am digging his vest. Did you help him choose it ;)
You poor thing. He's lookin' hot.
So is the back of your head.
And hey, who's the naked chick sitting in front of you?
Love it you can't wear a strapless or is that the style these days to show your straps.
Have a great day.
Love
Grandma W
Lookin Good, Jules!
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