It was with this retro idea in mind that Michael had me shuffle into a corset and don a new look. A new OLD look. How do you think we fared?
Well, hell. There would be more, but as I am examining the photos de retro, I realize there seems to be a long zoom into Cleave-Land, if you know what I mean. And for God's sake, my mother sees this blog. Take it from me. I feel oh-so-very-pin-uppy.
(PS: Mom (and anyone else who feels these pictures are a vain attempt at garnering attention and making me out to be a hypocrite, in regards to my ill fated interview with Hef) avert your eyes to the following picture...)....
Oh, nevermind. I haven't the stomach for it. It's simply too, TOO much.
