The Club Can't Even Handle Me Right Now

Louis' Christmas t-shirts arrived yesterday.  I ordered a size M.  His measurements indicated that size would be correct.

Clearly someone needs to STEP AWAY FROM THE TREATS RIGHT NOW!

Not to be confused with the Gouda cheese, which he hijacked from the coffee table last night.  I commenced calling him "fat boy".  He promptly tooted on me.  It's an ongoing battle at Seersucker Central at the moment.

Oddly enough, he didn't mind wearing his wife beater/baby T/muscle shirt.  Usually he protests loudly when I "dress him".  I think he felt like a stud.  If I had a thick gold chain I would have looped it around his neck, broken out the video cam and started playing "The Club Can't Even Handle Me Right Now...".

 

Wait!

If he's gonna head to the club, clearly he will need this:

OMG.  I'm laughing too hard right now.  Somebody save me from myself.

NEXT SUBJECT....

WIMP came over for Dark 'n' Stormy night wearing these:

I can't decide.  Like?  No Like?  After two cocktails she had to change into flats.  I'm thinking these wouldn't last very long in my life :)  She insists that they are comfortable.  But somehow I just can't imagine that they are?  Hmmm....

Then again, I once imagined that THIS:

(the shirt says Fitch, not ____ in case you were wondering :)

Was a good look. 

EGADS!

Gotta love it when old friends tag you in old pics on Facebook. 

I realize this is a terribly sleepy post.  Louis and I are heading to see BFF from high school this weekend.  I'm really excited about that, and I can't focus on much else....

T