Welcome to the dubious honor of consistent attention, hon.
Rudy is six years old. Her outfit is appropriate only in that context. I'll give her credit for playing with opposite ends of the color wheel by pairing that buttery yellow with a purple so rich it's almost blue. And hey, why not make everything a print? Go nuts! You're a kid, take some chances. The shirt is maybe a hair short, but I guess at this age she's prioritizing mobility over modesty. I get it.
Fumbling toward mediocrity.
Found mediocrity ages ago.
Running away from mediocrity at full speed.
I'm not counting that plate of sandwiches as one of her accessories.
I'm also not counting that bag as one of her accessories. It's luggage.
I don't have much more to add, I just really wanted to use this shot.
This is me trying to be nice.
Really, honestly trying.
Blah-sby sweater, am I right?
And now it's time to play: HOW ARE THEY HIDING PHYLICIA'S PREGNANCY THIS WEEK?
Hobbies are fun!
Bird of whatever the opposite of Paradise is.
I'll close with my usual request that you tweet @BillCosby with my URL. Don't wait for someone else to do it. They haven't. (I've searched repeatedly.) I'd hate for this blog falter in obscurity. The world needs to know.
Thanks for spreading the Hotness, loves. Hope you're all looking forward to next Monday.