Are you dying to know, or what?
Not a day goes by that I don't wear at least one. A cardigan and dress is usually involved too, but the tanks and I are never apart.
Formerly my love was from Old Navy, but this year they made them a little shorter and a lot weirder. So we broke up and I found a new love in the Target tanks. I loooove them. Love. They treat me so much better than Old Navy's new version. Plus they are sooooo soft. Adios Old Navy.
But then your friend Mique promises, promises, promises that you will not only like it but love it. You hesitantly agree to meet her there to test it for yourself.
She was right. I liked it. A lot a lot a lot a lot. Since that day, I can't count the number of frequent diner cards that I have filled up.
Darn you Cafe Rio and your lame font and strange real estate choice. I love you. Your pellet ice, your really good iced tea and your addictive barbacoa salad. Which I wish I was eating right this very second.
Enough about me. What have you been up to this week? Every camera phone has a story to tell.