I’m really not even close to finished talking about Blake though. I screen shot some of my favorite lewks from her Instagram feed. When a Blake picture shuffles through my feed my reaction is nothing short of a small seizure and full on gay man gasp. You know what I’m talking about! The bottom picture where she is in the tennis ball green Versace suit I was laying in bed with Chris. I’m pretty sure he was asleep and I just punched him dead in the chest and yelled, “LOOK AT WHAT BLAKE IS WEARING!!!! WHO CAN WEAR THAT COLOR?!?!!!”
Some of you are thinking, holy crap, wasn’t he pissed, NO! He was not, because then when I told him to guess who the suit was by, he immediately knew it was Versace, and I have a very Versace specific addiction and problem and all physical violence was forgiven because DAMNIT IT’S TENNIS BALL GREEN AND VERSACE!!!! WHO CAN PULL THIS OFF?!??! ONLY A GODDESS NAMED BLAKE LIVELY.
Pretty sure I got my ass out of bed ran around the house looking for two tennis balls to make earrings out of with my hot glue gun so I could walk around Target the next day being like SAME BLAKE SAME. No one understands us.
Anytime I show Chris a picture and I’m like, guess who it’s by…the answer is always Versace. And when he guesses, “Versace” I make him high five me and usually say something like, “You bet your ass it’s Versace.” Look I don’t know why I’m weird, but it just comes natural and none of what I just described is exaggerated.