All Dressed Up and No Place to Go
"Mo-om! Can you take me to Wal-Mart?" You should see my hair. I washed it today, for reals. I sort of straightened my bangs. The rest? Meh. I'm a little nervous to straighten all of it because a couple days ago I tried to straighten my earlobe. It's still sort of curvy, though. And, now, it's a nice shade of red and has a lovely scab. "Mo-om! I really need a new phone. Can we go at 7?" Do I need to put on makeup? If I don't, I can pretty much guarantee that I will run into one of my neighbors, or that girl from high school who is now a supermodel. (Do supermodels go to Wal-Mart? Probably, if they're also from Idaho.) What about a bra? Yeah, I should put one on. Don't want to end up in one of those 'People of Wal-Mart' videos. "Mo-om!" I haven't gone anywhere today. There has been no need for gussying up. Maybe I should make myself presentable. The Handy Man swears he doesn't care how I look. I think ...