Something is wrong with me.
I started the evening by giving myself a pedicure. After all, it’s sandal season; you never know who’s going to be examining my feet and looking for cracked heels or hangnails on my toes.
Then, I started working on a new afghan. The colors? Pink and yellow. And not just pink and yellow. Nope. The official names are “baby pink” and “pale yellow.”
I just fixed myself some tea. And not the kind that’s full of sugar and poured over ice. No sir, I made a cup of hot tea.
It’s like I’ve turned into a girl or something. I swear, if I start lighting candles, the whole evening’s going to go up in flames.