Get Thee to a...Nunnery?
Ran to the post office today to return parcels that I didn't order from my DVD club and from the National Gardening Association. The line was huge--people wound up standing outside the door (almost as bad as an early Christmas line). Anyway, I wound up talking to a lady about my Mom's age. "I guess we picked the wrong time to come to the post office" she said to me. "Yes, see, I thought if I go at 2 I would miss the lunchtime rush and be here before the 4 o'clock rush. Obviously, like in most things, I was wrong."
She looked at me, "I know people must have told you this before, but you have the most amazing eyes--so expressive, such a lovely color." Truth be told I've been told a few times about my eye color--my friend Phil in graduate school said they were the same color as those of a Siberian tiger. Todd used to tell me, "Don't look at me like that--it's like you see right through me." And they turn green when I am feeling extreme emotion--just ask my daughter who rates how angry Mom is by my eye color. It was nice to receive a complement, because I really haven't had too many lately. "Thank you--my daughter uses my eye color as a behavior scale, but then again, I think my shrieking is a dead give-away." She laughed. "And you know what, you remind of the nun with the pretty singing voice in Sister Act. Have you seen the film?" "No," I said. "I was told by my graduate students, when I was ten years younger and ten years thinner that I looked like Lois from General Hospital, but I think it was because of my Yankee accent and short hair." (http://www.renasofer.net/Pg/Photos/gh/gh22.html)
I was secretly annoyed that she compared me to a nun--Christ, what's this world coming to. I mean, I know I give off the good girl vibe, but a nun--aren't they, well, frumpy? Anyway, mercifully I was next in line, and the post man saved me. He didn't have to call twice--I was there in a heartbeat with my packages. "Have a good afternoon, dear." "You too."
So, after relaying the Sister Act information to the ladies in work, one of whom said she can see the nun resemblance, my mind and her life were mercifully saved. The powers that be had an angel deliver a package to me--a hot pink T-shirt (with sparkles) that says, "Too Young for Ashton" in honor of my drink with a younger man. I always go for older men, but perhaps younger is the way to go. Oh, how things changed in a week--this time last I was feeling sexy and desirable. Today I feel as sensual as well, a NUN. But would a nun get a T-shirt like this? Of course not. It's a good one--scooped neck, tight-fitting, and SPARKLY. Will have to accent sparkles with body glitter.