I get out of bed, put on a great looking outfit (white tank-top, black Wranglers), curl my hair (it came out great, for once), the make-up worked, I was “stylin’” and looookin goooooood.
I hit every store in the mall, Target, and even the gas station.
Didn’t see a soul.
I drag my ass out of bed. Slipped on the ragged sweats, pulled my hair into a pony tail, skipped on the makeup, and went running.
Afterward, sweaty and looking worse than when I left my house, I decide to run into the grocery store to grap some bottled water and some peaches. No one should be there, afterall it was only 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday.
WRONG! I first run into an old girlfriend who moved away years ago. She divorced and just moved back. I then run into an ex-sister-in-law (the gossipy, catty one). To top it off, as I am getting into my car, a truck pulls next to me and out steps the most gorgeous man I have seen in a long time. I didn’t even stick around to flirt.
Coffee, chocolate, men . . . Some things are just better rich.