Get this, it was Tuesday and raining and Fancy says, “I’m going to fall in love today.” She was joking. It was Tuesday. And so she giggled and zipped up her hoody.
She giggled and zipped up her hoody, cocked her head to the side, said, “I’m going to fall in love,” and went out into the afternoon laughing and kicking up puddles in her red rubber rain boots.
That day, the day Fancy said she would fall in love, just after the rain had quieted and settled into a soft blue blood, Fancy sat at Billy’s Bean Bag Hag sipping on a non-fat, no-foam, double-espresso Baggis Haggis Chino Mojito ® while thoughtfully turning the pages of “Problems in Modern Taxidermy.”
Fancy said she would fall in love, and although she said it only in jest, she opted for a double shoot of espresso to ease her desires (meaning hunger) which was an expensive and temporary fix until her four o’clock snack of rice cakes and paper sandwiches rolled around; but it sure beat bingeing and purging—an act that made her more desirable but also hungry and predisposed to tooth decay (which she was adverse to).
On the day Fancy said she would fall in love, on the day she went out for coffee and opted for double espresso, there just so happened to be a bible study group gathering at “The Hag” to discuss their reading of “The Purpose Driven Wife.”
To be continued…
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