Sitting here wondering if my best friend is going to walk in with his daughter.
I'm full en femme minus makeup and wig, but hair is done up nice. All my delicate and women's laundry in dryer. He texted that he is next door at an Italian restaurant we go to.
I had told him earlier that I'm doing my laundry. Rushed out and hid car in back. Stuck here until clothes dry.
That's what I get for dressing up, I guess. This sucks and I'm not going to know what to say if they walk in. I guess "hi" would have to do. I'd better dial 911 and be ready to push call when I have my heart attack!
That's exactly why many of you don't go out.