If you are not a fan, it pays to have something to amuse that doesn't involve grown men patting each other's fannies and making a lot of loud noise.
Yesterday - Saturday - being errand day around here as we were about to go out, I said to Richie, "Oh! I want to stop at RiteAid for some nail polish - holding up a nicely-taloned hand. "I'm going to girly it up a little," and he laughed out loud then shook his head, patted my butt and walked away.
A bottle of 'ballet slipper pink' was just exactly what I wanted - the closer your nail polish to your own nail color the longer those nails will look. You can work up to lethal in no time at all.
I patted my purchase happily and we left. In the car, while giving my little bottle admiring looks the label jumped out at me and it read 'stark naked' I'll go back for the ballet shoes next week. I am not going to run around stark naked in anything! Even something as silly as that is.
GO CHIEFS!
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