Well, it may not be your taste, but at least it’s familiar. And let’s face it, that’s the best we can hope for.
So here’s what we wore to Treasury today; to thank the little people who make all that money available to us for spreading around so we can finish our transformation of America:
Tiny sweater, boob belt, too-short, wavy hemmed vintage 80’s tablecloth skirt, knobby knees, shiny legs, pink kitten heels – oh, and a double strand of pearls – to keep it classy.
Let’s see, what’s the only missing accessory from this otherwise perfect ensemble for visiting the Treasury?
Oh yes, our very own little rodent bag-man:
It’s too hot, I feel a case of the vapors coming on. Need quinine. Perhaps I’ll take a bit of gin and lime with it - just to disguise the bitterness, you know. I’ll see if Lady M would like one too. The bitterness doesn’t usually bother her, but I believe she likes her gin neat. With any luck we’ll all be in the bag before sunset.