It is Saturday night and I am sitting at home bored while my son sleeps and my hottie hubby is at the gym getting ripped. I have been randomly blog browsing for at least an hour now knowing good and well that I am wasting my time. Still, I can't stop and do anything else for some reason. I did take a quick glance at the tv screen (which is muted and stationed on who knows what channel) and saw Tim Gunn. He was doing a Tide commercial and next to his name they described him as a "fashion icon."
This title got my gears spinning. If I were considered an icon of something what would it be? If you were considered an icon of something what would you be? The best ones I came up with for myself were these:
Poor and jealous icon
Constantly chipped nail polish icon
Used to be cool icon
All of these make sense to me but I think the first one fits me best. It has been even harder to keep my foot in my mouth in Tucson because your feet get really dirty here. It's all that dang dusty dirt all over. Freakin' desert! So I have been avoiding the dirt by letting my mouth run and saying all sorts of inappropriate things. We won't go into details because sometimes it gets too nitty gritty but lets just say the over share meter is about to reach its max psi. Whatever the heck that means! Sigh. What a boring post.