See what I mean...
Now, you have to be careful that flesh of the wing-joint-waitress-sort isn't on display for all to see in the dresses available today. It's just terrible and at total odds with our Southern heritage. It's like pound cake without the butter, or a garden without azaleas, or worse yet, tea without sugar. It just shouldn't be.For the record, if you happen to see my daughter on Easter, I plead the fifth. Really, it's easier than pleading my case.