Have you ever read Go Fug Yourself? It's definitely one of my guilty pleasures. So when Christine kindly sent me this picture that she snapped at the Electrolux event, it immediately reminded me of the Fug Girls and how they create imaginary dialog between subjects in a photo.
SARAH: Hi Kelly! So nice to meet you. Boy, that stage makeup is quite orange-y in person, huh? I suddenly feel the urge to buy a Willy Wonka candy bar. For you. To eat.
KELLY RIPA: Pardon me, but your boob is pressing into my concave chestal area.
SARAH: I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, it's not really my boob. It's just my heavily padded Victoria's Secret bra. Maybe if I tilt my head away from you that will help? And as a matter of fact, those gold pokey things on your dress kinda hurt. Who are you wearing?
KELLY RIPA: Gryphon. And killer Brian Atwood shoes. How about you?
SARAH: Ummm...let's see...Ann Taylor Loft outlet store tee shirt. Ann Taylor Loft skirt. And uhhh...Bandolino flats. Oh! And Spanx!
KELLY RIPA: Sorry I asked. Next mommyblogger, please!