Sniff. Wednesday just isn't the same.
So, is there anyone out there to whom I can say, "What the frelling fuck was Paige wearing?" and get an "Amen, sister"? It looked like someone dismembered a SwissMiss!Barbie, and tried to squeeze P. into half her blouse. Either that, or a goat swallowed the ruffle off my mother's dressing table and threw it back up on her tits.
(Er, Paige's tits. Not my mother's.)