Every grown woman has a six year old living inside her that comes out to play when the woman gets her feelings hurt. Sometimes that six year old has a lighter and a gallon of gasoline and sets fire to the offender’s car. But today, she wasn’t going to do anything that extreme. She’s just going to pout. I really hope she can keep my inner slut under control so I don’t walk into Doc’s room wearing nothing but a smile and pair of Jimmy Choos.
Visit my Six Sentence Sunday brothers and sisters.