Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
I own that dress. It sags over my cleavage. I think my version must be defective.
My Thoughts: This dress is much more the style of Gladys or the style I wish Gladys displayed. And the hair color is right., brown. But Gladys has curls, darn her. My whole life I wished for hair like hers and she always spent time either whining about it or straightening it.
The chick in the picture does have a lovely Canadian tan. :0) But once again this girl is just too young. I mean is she legal to drink in the States? She looks like she's in her late teens. Plus she seems a bit hesitant and shy.
Gladys, I've learned, is anything but shy. Lying, manipulative little skweege. Sigh. I do love her though but I sometimes wonder if mom took hallucinogens when she carried Gladys. Her egg came out scrambled.
Thanks again for the try but this one isn't my sister either.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
I received my first possible sighting of Gladys from TirzahLaughs. I posted the picture above.
Okay, I admit I said my sister loves costumes but do you really think that Gladys would wear a leather jumpsuit and purple dreds? I read through her journal again. I guess she might after reading this thing. Sigh.
I still don't think it's her. First of all, she's wearing hooker spike boots.
I couldn't even get her to wear three inch heels to our cousin's wedding and she bitched about the two and half inch ones the whole reception. I couldn't even enjoy my wine and roasted chicken. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Plus the girl's too young. Gladys, no matter how much expensive foundation she uses, isn't twenty-five anymore. I use a bit of concealer myself when I have to go out in full sunlight.
I have to say this one is a no-go.
It was a good try though. Keep an eye out for my sister on your travels.