“All right, all right. We can’t get too dressed up because we’ll look like we’re trying too hard. But we don’t want to dress down because then we’ll blend into the background…”
“And no one wants that.”
“Exactly, no one wants that. So, I think the answer is obvious: miniskirts.”
“Faith, that’s your answer to everything.”
I had random.org select a page today, and eventually I picked one from the 4 it selected, namely page 68.
But nothing is normal now. I’m in the middle of the biggest lie I ever told. If my Fairy Godmother appeared right now and granted me a gazillion wishes, a talent show is the last thing I’d wish for. Why can’t I have a Fairy Godmother?