My favorite four-year-old on the planet was telling me this joke just this weekend.

Her: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Her: Banana. 

Me: Banana who?

Her: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Her: Banana. 

Me: Banana who?

{*This may or may not have gone on for quite a while until…}

Her: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Her: Orange. 

Me: Orange who?

Her: Orange you glad you bought that stupid tangerine-colored t-shirt that you’ve never worn, not even one time, jeez lady when will you learn? 

Fine she said the correct line, but I felt like that was a fitting segue into this top.

Here’s what I like about it:

  1.  The drawstring/ruching thingies on the sides.
  2. Literally nothing else.

Here’s what I hate about it:

  1. At the risk of pointing out the blazingly obvious, THE COLOR. Who looks good in this color? Nobody*, that’s who.
  2. The sleeves that probably aren’t technically too-short but are nonetheless too-short for my gorilla arms.
  3. The fact that I can almost guarantee you that I justified this purchase with some version of “How cute will this be on Halloween?” You know I did.

On a totally unrelated note, today is the seventeenth anniversary of the day that another human being was crazy enough to agree to wake up next to my unbrushed teeth every single day until one of us dies.

HOW F*CKING CRAZY IS THAT?

XO
Jenna

*Except Cindy Crawford, dammit, who literally would look good in a pile of vomit.