Things I am trying not to resent.
* The bed I am supposed to be sleeping in smells like my sister's fiance. Ew.
* The glow in the dark stars my brother stuck on the ceiling years ago resemble something disturbing.
* I never went to a formal dance in high school. I want the dress. And the updo.
* My mother never taught me how to use make up or choose perfume. She taught my younger sister, who I watched and finally asked for help.
* Not being a brunette medievalist. (Luckily my better half has this covered.)
* He's married. He didn't even have the guts to tell me he was engaged. Jerk.
* Did I mention this bed smells?
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4 comments:
Well, I, um, didn't know you when I got engaged and I had no idea you'd, um, take it so personally. Sorry.
Not everything is about you, Master Fob. I mean, almost everything is, but a few things are about other men in my life.
(And on the record, I'm glad you're married. In an I-adore-Foxy-and-S-Boogie kind of way.)
That bed thing---wow, I'd hate it if it smelled like my sister's S.O., let me tell you.
My mom never taught me how to buy makeup or stuff like that. My best friend and her mom helped me buy some for prom. I still have the bright red lipstick and I never use it. I've also never had an updo or had my hair professionally styled, even though I've wanted it (it's always been too short). Maybe next semester we should ask some people to Preference so we can live out our high school dreams ;)
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