I had been feeling very unattractive recently, for this whole week really. (I know any day I can get out bed, stretch and put on my own lipstick should be a good one.) Self-image is a strange thing.
Then, yesterday, I went to Sephora to buy a hairbrush and I left with a hairbrush and a mini-makeover. After that, I was in such a good mood. So I went grocery shopping and then text-ed three of my friends and went out and had pizza and tequila cosmopolitans. I did not get home until 9:30PM (late for us old folks.)
Enrique made my lips look so juicy I thought they were going to slide off my face. "Enrique, I just want to take you home and hang you in my closet so you can help me tomorrow!" I said, not realizing my the double-entendre mistake until it had left my mouth...
"Girl, I love you. You are such a fish! But, I will never go back in the closet! You can call me anytime for help."
Not the same. But Enrique was very funny, effusive, and totally lifted my spirits.
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Danielle