Can we just rewind and start over, like yesterday never happened?
- Like the Cavs didn't blow their shot to clinch it at home?
- Like Mindy Doo didn't get sent home on AI?
- Like I didn't wake up at 7:55 and yank on the first things I found? Apparently I slept through the alarm, and was forced to compose an ensemble of things that were easily grabbable as I stumbled from the bed to the door: white t-shirt, yellow polo, tan pants, anklet-length sport socks with blue trim, two-tone oxfords, and, once I got outside and realized how chilly it was, a navy hoodie with white trim that I had left in the car.
Cathy helpfully pointed out that it was my second "fashion victim" day that week: On Monday I couldn't find the other half of my pink sweater set and didn't feel like digging the black cardigan that goes with my green t-shirt out of my suitcase, so I wore the pink cardigan with the green shirt and looked, she said, like a life-size container of Maybelline Great Lash mascara.
Well, if nothing else, you did remind me that it's time to replace my mascara.
ReplyDeleteThose "ensembles" are now seared into my brain. Pass some bleach!