Guilty Pleasures

Everyone has a few. Like admitting that you like a pop song (I like Beyonce's Crazy in Love for some unknown reason!) or a show that your friends would not understand or expect you to like. My latest guilty pleasure is Project Runway. I could care less about fashion (as my NY based friends would recognize). I do not even think shoes that most women describe as cute look nice. I keep thinking about the pain they will cause, and maybe my work as a PT has made me hypersensitive to maladies of the foot. At any rate, Project Runway is my guilty pleasure. I have no clue what makes something on that shoe brilliant or a failure. I guess it is my lack of fashion sense. I was hiding the fact I was watching Project Runway from Mike, but I came clean. I watch it on my own time. My recent discovery was that one of the contestants looks just like a really scary mannequin in a store that Mike and I pass on the way to the gym. I hate to have another mannequin story so soon, but oh well. These all have a freaky clownish smile with plastic short hair in a rainbow of colors! They are scary!!!