p.s., I keep trying to "like" your crazy-Betty-Draper post but I can't, for some reason, which is weird? Anyway, that was a seriously crucial moment for me in that it solidified my Betty-love forever, depite all the horrible, horrible parenting that came afterwards (like not removing the plastic dry-cleaner's bag from her child's head).
Haha, sorry for laughing at yr sad tale of pre-work woe, but it's just too classic, and yet another reminder of that hoary old truism that when it rains, it pours!
And yeah, I don't think I've returned a bottle in like ten years. Like not since I really, REALLY needed the money. Not worf it.
Girl, please. I beg that people laugh at my misfortune because I’d be the first one to laugh if I saw someone fall and bust their ass.