Tuesday - Reflections After The Mirror

Today on my drive into work, I was still thinking about the purse and the mirror that were on my mind on Friday. Jeff came to the same conclusion as everyone else: they both must be destroyed.

We were driving back from my father's house and I was telling him the story. I hadn't told him before because he looks down his nose at cocaine use (no pun intended), and I was protecting Patty and Bryan from his scorn. When I got to the part about the guy licking my mirror and handing it back to me, Jeff started to laugh.

"Who does that sort of thing?" I moaned.

( Ch-cha-cha-changes )