So here's the story. I'm not supposed to wear heels right now. This edict is getting as much compliance from me as the rule that I'm not supposed to drink alcohol. (When I whine that my hips hurt, feel free to tell me it's my own fault.)
Well, my new secretary, the one I hate because she asked if my parents wanted to be grandparents, felt the need to discuss wardrobe this week. I was wearing a dress and bling-bling flip-flops. I don't like to wear flip-flops with a dress, but I was trying to comply. The secretary exclaimed over the shoes, which was sweet. I explained to her that I really would wear heels with a dress, but I can't wear them right now. She said these fateful words:
"Oh, Dibbs, anything goes."
Anything goes? Absolutely not. You know what never goes? Her navy linen closed-toe slingback flats from 1997. I was stunned for a minute. I recovered with, "No, not really. I'm very picky." She shook her head and walked away. Secretary, sweetheart, let me make this clear: just because you have an above-ground pool in your yard, you are not fabulous. Actually, the pool takes away points.
Can we go over to her pool and drink wine coolers?
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