After much temper tantrums on friday night, the Diva woke up to zen-like calm on Saturday morning and decided to indulge in obscene amounts of spa, retail and wine therapy.
And once again, blew a kiss of thank you to the creator for making her a woman. Wha..? Let me explain.
At an Arrow sale in the friendly neighborhood mall, the Diva sat through the modeling of 5 black trousers by hubby, each trouser accompanied by a questioning look from the darling.
The head is still muddled from the strain of having to find differences between them all. So, one actually wept for joy when the 6th turned out to be grey!!
But, really, how exciting can it get to wear varying shades of black and grey trousers, matched with varying shades of blue and pink shirts – every working day?
No wonder they went ballistic when khakis came into fashion!
Tsk! Tsk! Poor things.