When Fortune Comes Knocking, Be Prepared
Okay, I've whined a number of times about wishing the man of my dreams would just show up on my doorstep.
Peapod has now sent me TWO hotty mchot-hot delivery men. And both times I have looked like scum, in my ratty pants and my hair pulled back and no makeup.
So, God, I am totally listening. I will clean my living room and look adorable before my next Peapod delivery.
I am also thinking I will start a new vein of romance literature, all centered around Peapod delivery guys...
posted by wafelenbak @ 10:28 AM
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And the man of your dreams is probably thinking how carefree and natural-looking you are, exactly as you are, no make-up, ratty pants, etc.
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