It’s inevitable that you will run into someone that you haven’t seen in years when you look like a piece of a fried ass haus frau.
I ran into someone I used to work with while running to my credit union to get a new ATM card because I’m a complete spaz these days and I lost my new one before I even had a chance to use it. My credit union is located in my former place of employment. Which is nice when you haven’t yet showered, you’re sick as a dog, and your muffin top is looking particularly stellar today. For a nice added touch, the Mini has a habit of hanging onto my bra strap.
You want to make out with me now, don’t you?
And of course, I could have probably passed right by this person, but I’m sure at some point he’d have recognized who I was.
Generally, I’m not the type of person that has to be totally decked out to leave the house, but I usually shower and you know, run a comb through my hair. And I generally don’t look so pale and sickly, but I’m like, pale and sickly. It’s my halloween costume, and I’m going to be wearing it all week.
And he totally lied and said I looked good. So, dude, thank you. I consider you a nice guy for lying to a haggard looking Mama.