Blackwood Hangs Tomorrow
Evil!Grandma: Is that what you're wearing to the party?
Me: *very politely does not stab her in the eye* That was the plan.
Evil!G: I think perhaps you should wear long pants with it.
Me: Okeydoke. (they are capris, so. whatever. i have long jeans.)
~later~
Knock knock knock
Me: *in my room, not wearing pants* I'm not dressed! What do you need?
Evil!G: *opens the door, which necessitates some quick covering up, and strolls over to the closet* You know, i was thinking, you could borrow one of these jackets...
Me: *stares at the shoulder-padded expanse of 80s-era fugly* ...
Evil!G: I'm trying to decide which one is more modern...
Me: ...Would you like me to wear a different shirt?
Evil!G: Yes. Well, it's only that that one is so very...declagé (sp???)
Me: O.O'' .....Okay.
Evil!G: That outfit you wore yesterday was very nice.
Me: ....Fine.
Evil!G: *leaves, without shutting the door*
And i go put on yesterday's outfit, which is a white and black plaid strapless shirt, with a black half-jacket bolo thing and god damn it god fucking damn it, i can't win with this woman.
What the hell is declagé?