In angsting over pondering what to write about this week, it occurred to me that I needn’t labor so hard. After all, it’s Labor Day weekend for us Americans, and the only work we should be doing is squeezing every last, sweaty drop out of summer before she packs her bags and says sayonara for another year.
So, from the bottom of my Jersey girl heart fringe top, I wish you a safe, healthy and happy holiday. And to my fellow chipmunks across the globe sharing in the season’s end: Yes, yes you have every right to judge us.
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You’re, like, rockin’ those shirts, yo. Word to your mama. (From your mama?) Peace out.
So am I to assume that this weekend you’ll “be there with fringe on”??
And my daughter just bought a new pair of all boots covered I’m fringe…I guess all the cool girls wear it.
You two look so Jersey, I’d swear you wuz from Staten Island or sumpin!
We’re thinking of getting lower back tattoos with our Parkway exit number on them next.
They’re called tramp stamps, honey.
Go, Joisey!
Lookin’ good, GF! My days of pulling off a top like that are behind me…like by at least 8 years (I’m almost 59). What? Isn’t 60 the new 40?