Matt took me to a very nice dinner for my birthday on Saturday. If you're ever in Seattle and want a treat, go here.
We were walking across the street to the restaurant, and I had a highly entertaining conversation with a woman who was walking in the opposite direction:
Her - Nice dress.
Me - Thank you.
Her - You're welcome, Bitch!
The moment that last word exited her mouth, I recognized her. I looked right at Matt and said, "Wow! I've run into her before! I remember her complimenting me on something, and then calling me a bitch!".
That moment totally made my birthday.
Sunday Sweets: Pretty as a Peacock
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When I was younger, I read somewhere that having peacock feathers in the
house was bad luck. Something about the "eyes" on the feathers being evil.
Now, ...
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