It’s the first day of the new year and I feel no more optimistic about the future today than I did yesterday. It’s a toss up between knowing the POS currently sullying the White House is still in office or my inability to erase the sight of Melania in that New Year’s Eve creation horror for which she paid thousands of dollars.
Seriously, when I dressed anywhere near that badly, my mother would ask me if I didn’t have mirrors in my house and, if I did, she suggested I check them before going out. Melania should take that advice. She should lose the dress and the guy escorting her to the party.