In less than an hour I will be jumping into the old Nissan and driving thirty miles south to have dinner and drinks with some friends I haven’t seen in over twenty years.
You are crazy.
Love, Angela Pudding
I always accept these invitations with a fist to the sky and a big bucket of “Hell, Yeah!”
THEN, as time goes by, I begin to waver and my brain kicks into Sniffling Excuse Mode.
“Hmm. My eye sure has been twitching lately. Perhaps this whole dinner/drink thing isn’t the best idea!”
“Wait. Was that a cramp? Is it a good idea to drink a margarita while ovulating? I better put my robe back on! Pass the lentil soup.”
And so on.
I know. Your cocksure shoes probably have a spikier heel. Please remember that my Stumble and Fall Incident List is a bit longer than yours.