While I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the tub this afternoon, I felt the strand of pearls around my neck repeatedly fall against my chest.
When exactly did I become that kind of girl?
Sunday, September 24, 2006
The 1950s called, he wants his wife back
While I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the tub this afternoon, I felt the strand of pearls around my neck repeatedly fall against my chest.
When exactly did I become that kind of girl?
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the kind of girl that cleans tubs or the kind of girl that wears pearls or the kind of girl that wears pearls while cleaning a tub?
I'm confused.
Ruh-Row! That's nuts!
The kind that wears pearls while cleaning tubs ;)
It shows you have great ambition - either that you were out with pearls on and couldn't wait to get the cleaning done when you got home -or- you are running away whilst wearing the pearls as soon as you're done cleaning the tub.
Or you're OCD and couldn't take the pearls off before you had to clean the tub.
Thank goodness that Jukebox scrubs my tub for me. But I'd probably wear my pearls while making grilled cheese.
It was the former. Yea! I have ambition!
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