I was listening to Xpn this morning and they were going on about "spring cleansing" and getting ready for summer. With my hands deep in sudsy water, listening to the clank of the dishes against my ceramic sink, my mind began a list of to-do's for such a feat; colonics, South Beach, liquid diet, yoga, yoga, PX90?..hmm. The mind whirs with manic plethora of choices. I imagined my sexy, willowy, tanned, model legs, and how my beau would surely swoon at the very sight of them. The mania allowed for more of the absurd: could I have them by June? what dresses would I buy, oh and boots, yes, I must have those black thigh high boots! I could see my precious Sienna Miller legs dangling off the side of a stool in a pair of "dripping with sex" sandals. Staring out into the starving, insane abyss that would have to be my future if I were to adopt Ms .Sienna's glory, I paused and began laughing out loud at my lunacy.... "oh, spring cleaning...ah ha!"
