I can't decide which is worse:
spending two rainy hours on the sidelines of a soccer game with my ex-husband satelliting around me, talking to all his new friends about their super-fun party last night
OR
spending two stuffy hours in a bead store with a gaggle of women who believe themselves to be true artisans but who steadfastly ignore the paying customers, especially those age 13 and younger, who clearly require their assistance.
Both scenarios are maddening in their own way, but only one of them ends with three newly blinged girls.
So I guess the soccer game sucked more.
1 comment:
So, thanks to Maytag, you couldn't take your Ex-Repellent to the game. Awesome. That guy rocks.
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