Truth Is:Thanks to a hellish headache that took over my brain like Voldemort, I’m now backed up on e-mails.
Truth Is:I tripped on my computer chord and did a face-plant into my chair (thankfully, it was a soft landing).It’s one of those things you’re super glad no one witnessed.
Truth Is: Wish I could charge guys for saying douche-y things.
Truth Is: Heard You’re The One That I Want from Grease on the radio the other day.It reminded me of the time some guy said I was too much of a Sandy for him to date.My comeback at the time was, “Well, Sandy was good enough for John Travolta, but whatever.”
Today, I’d probably remind him that even Sandy can channel her inner sexy, pull out the black leather and red lipstick, and show that sweet can be sexy, too.Then, I’d tell him he’s not the one that I want (maybe I’d sing it…maybe not).
And for the record, he wasn’t a John Travolta.
Truth Is:I had more to say, but I’ve plum forgot.