Last night I had a friend over and of course, over lasagna, we opened a bottle of wine...and managed to consume the entire bottle. Here's my justification: there's only 4 (super filled to the rim) glasses of wine in a bottle, so it's not that bad, right? And might I note, I'm not entirely denying that a plate of lasagna wasn't my first mistake.
Now... if only I weren't walking around work today like a blow fish that's sucked in too much air or water or whatever they do to blow up. All I have to do is consume 1/2 a bottle of wine. Easy peasy.
So why is my pet peeve the skinny bee-yatch? Because I work with a bunch of 20 somethings that come in strutting their stuff at 8am in their hooker boots, (ok, so blame my perception on Pretty Woman, why not? Even though I admit, boots like that are hot!) little frilly skirts and cute little corporate ponytails. How do they do it?
Excuse me while I not-so-gracefully glide like the Good Year Blimp to hide in my tiny corporate, collect my paycheck, yes ma'am, yes sir cube. Someone pass me a needle so I can pop.
Allow me just one last statement. You're probably thinking I'm temporarily bitter because I'm hungover...but I'm not! I just want some of my groove back. Hell, I'd settle for just one curve!
Sincerely,
Frump Girl
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