Social D
See, it all started when my friend Mark got the lapband and started losing weight hand over fist, or ice cream over animal crackers, or what have you. It took me a while to get there . . . I'm a little slow on the uptake. But the other day, I was looking through my dayt1mer and there's a big party coming up.
The first weekend in March. It isn't fancy dress, or anything, but I haven't bought any new clothes in a loooooong time because how MUCH do I hate having to look in the dressing room mirror?
I buy earrings. Shoes. Make-up. I buy books and CDs and movies. I buy anything that I don't have to try on in front of a mirror.
So I don't have anything new to wear and I have no inclination or energy or DESIRE to go shopping for something new. That makes me sad.
Also, I need a haircut. And extreme liposuction. But whatever.
Anyway. It occurred to me, after listening to Mark blab on and on about her Magic Closet, that maybe, just maybe, there might be something in there for ME. I mean, come on, right? Hook a sister up!
So now, thanks to Mark, it looks like I might actually have something new (to me) to wear to the big party now. And I'm thinking, I could probably save a bundle on the lapband if I just wait until she's through with hers!!!
Except, everytime I think about getting the lapband, my first thought is—But then I'd be too scared to ride the rollercoasters!
What to do, what to do . . .
Point is, I was ANXIOUS about being SOCIAL at the party, until Mark said she'd DISORDER her magic closet and bring me something good.
Poof! No more Social D . . .