radioactive vision
Many of you have been waiting with baited breath to find out what name Mr. Waste’s flag football team picked for their spring season. The Flaming Icicles. They did not go with any of my oh-so-clever suggestions. Their inspiration came from a pair of blue knee-high socks with orange flames.
If you are or have been in any kind of relationship, you know there are certain lines that just should not be crossed. For Mr. Waste, it’s my love of two wheels.
Male nudity, exposed breasts, scooter-riding thugs in leather jackets, and a love rival being burned alive – I’d expect these things from the latest “must-see” summer action adventure film – not so much from a fashion show. But that’s exactly what I saw when I attended the Yves Saint Laurent Retrospective at the Denver Art Museum.
Last month I rode the Delta Airlines sleigh to the buckle of the Bible belt – Jackson, Mississippi. I marched down the streets of Fondren in the Sweet Potato Queens’ Zippity Do Dah Parade. My friend and author, Jill Conner Browne, unveiled her new book, ‘Fat Is the New 30: The Sweet Potato Queens’ Guide to Coping with (the crappy parts of) Life.’
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