
I don't know about the stupid part...

...but I'm still poor. sigh...didn't win that big lottery. That means Troy can get on his plane to California today with confidence that it is NOT going to take a nose dive.
I have decided to work on a beauty regimine now. Do you have any idea how much time and money it costs for someone of my age to pretty themselves up?

Especially when you are starting with what I have to start with.

There's the lipo...the hair...the skin...a new wardrobe cuz I don't think sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt are gonna cut it any longer. I might actually have to wear heels, frilly dresses...you know...the stuff that those purty females on the TV set wears.
I bought myself a low cut, laced up shirt a few weeks back. I looked at it for days trying to get the nerve to put it on. When I was young and pretty (when you are young, it doesn't take anything to be pretty) I wore such things all the time. But, I haven't worn a shirt that shows cleavage in many moons.
So, one day, I put it on. The day the insurance adjustor was to visit.

(so I put on some orange lip gloss and answered the door). Troy kept motioning me to pull the front of my top up! And then, for the rest of the day, you'd think I had Dawg Pound tickets on the front of me! All I know is this...my chest was cold.

I don't think I like wearing that shirt. I like warm and comfy. t-shirt. I like to be covered up.
I am beginning to wonder if I can get the hang of 'pretty' again.
Then there is a matter of mani-pedis....