OK. I’ve almost cleaned out all the Starbuck’s receipts. Don’t even mess with me about my lipstick. As our sister said, it’s not like we’re talking about peace in the Middle East here. It was just a garage. I may consider putting my lipsticks in alphabetical order, however. They all start with “P.” My hair is wrecked from having my head in my purse. Seriously. I wasn’t THIS inspired.
I think I’ll do something I like better. I think I’ll start researching Esther.
