SML and I took a brief trip to New York City this weekend in an attempt to salvage what's left of our New York Attitude. Visiting the Guggenheim was likely not the best way to preserve any of my New York anger. If I had been feeling more masochistic I would have plastered myself against the expensive store windows of Prada, wondering if my stomach would look any less like cottage cheese in a $500 shirt.

I would certainly feel special in a $500 shirt...but I honestly think I would prefer to buy 500 bagels, toasted, with plain cream cheese than fork over a fortune for a shirt that would force me to learn how to iron.

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