At Least They're Committed

The skirt was a size larger than I needed and I knew it when I bought it but I thought it wouldn’t matter and now I’ve lost the receipt and the fabric looms simply too large on me so I’m in a position where I must figure out either how to return it or how to mask that it’s falling off my hips. And I need a new blouse! I’ll slip by H&M this evening and, oh yes, I need to go by Walgreens to get a facial mask, teeth whitener, eye drops and breath mints. Why do I care? What IS tomorrow anyway and why do I feel compelled to look nice? Huh. Can’t quite put my finger on it. Dear God! I can be such a chick!