Me: "Sonofabitch!"
My Unit: "What?"
Me: "All of my make-up is at the theatre!"
Her: "Oh noes! You don't have any here?"
Me: "Some powder and a lipstick."
Five minutes later, after applying said powder and lipstick...
Me: "Wow. That looks weird. There's nothing on my eyes."
Her: "You're sure you don't have anything here?"
Me: "Yes!"
Her: "Not in any of your bags?"
Me: "I already looked. I found one other lipstick."
Her: "I don't believe you."
Two minutes later, after rifling through the bathroom cabinet...
Her: "I can't believe you don't have any back-up make-up."
Me: "It's all in that tackle box at the theatre."
Her: "You're not very good at being a girl, are you?"
Wherein we discuss writing, literature, language, rhetoric, knitting, acting, sci-fi, fantasy, and living in one of America's most dangerous cities.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Girl Problems
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