Just the other day Jessica and I were discussing what’s going to happen when we’re batty old biddies who wear sequined turbans and feign an interest in learning bridge and run our own rogue, drunken, taunty octogenarian bingo team called The O Faces. We’re going to be awesome, in our own minds. And for the really formal occasions, we will shuffle around in tents like this.
If we could shrinky-dink that overlay onto her lovely figure, I might love it. And if I could steal it and save it for when The O Faces go to Bingo Prom, I would. Anything in between seems crazy.
[Photo: INF Daily]