ronna
07-06-2005, 02:32 PM
Oh, boy, this is the kind of story none of you want to hear.
I've been waiting for a chance to dress up for weeks and weeks and weeks, and today I got the chance. I put on my makeup and clothes, even did my nails (press-on, but they are nice), went "out" (out into my backyard is as close as I have gotten to out) to take a few pictures of myself (this helps me to improve my image).
The phone rings! I answer in my best girly voice, and it's the neighbor. She says the moving van next door hit my car and I'd better go look right away.
Egad! :eek:
Now what am I going to do? I decided to take a few more pics since I was all set up to do that and I know I won't get another chance again for a long while. This explains why I do not look happy. Now I start to sweat. I lock myself in the garage and start wondering how I am going to get back in the house like this. Part of me wanted to waltz out to those movers and yell, "Watch it, boys!" but seeing how nobody has ever seen Ronna before, I had to come up with another plan.
I managed to get everything off except my eye makeup and put my shorts and tee-shirt back on and went out to the street. The movers weren't even going to tell me about my car, but my neighbor already did.
Oops gotta go real quick right now I'll continue this shortly...
I've been waiting for a chance to dress up for weeks and weeks and weeks, and today I got the chance. I put on my makeup and clothes, even did my nails (press-on, but they are nice), went "out" (out into my backyard is as close as I have gotten to out) to take a few pictures of myself (this helps me to improve my image).
The phone rings! I answer in my best girly voice, and it's the neighbor. She says the moving van next door hit my car and I'd better go look right away.
Egad! :eek:
Now what am I going to do? I decided to take a few more pics since I was all set up to do that and I know I won't get another chance again for a long while. This explains why I do not look happy. Now I start to sweat. I lock myself in the garage and start wondering how I am going to get back in the house like this. Part of me wanted to waltz out to those movers and yell, "Watch it, boys!" but seeing how nobody has ever seen Ronna before, I had to come up with another plan.
I managed to get everything off except my eye makeup and put my shorts and tee-shirt back on and went out to the street. The movers weren't even going to tell me about my car, but my neighbor already did.
Oops gotta go real quick right now I'll continue this shortly...