The state wastewater convention was held this week in the neighboring town. Sid took part in it, and as such was invited to the Wastewater Gala tonight. I got to go too, so we asked Codie to babysit the kids.
As I was getting ready for the dinner, Sidney caught me in the bathroom primping.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“It’s lipstick.” I smacked my lips at him and smiled.
“Why are you doing that?” he asked, looking at me strangely.
“Welllll . . . “ I stalled, searching for a good explanation for doing this to myself. “Sometimes, a woman likes to look extra nice. It is strange what we women do to ourselves to try to look nice, isn’t it?”
I had perfected my lipstick to the best of my limited abilities and stood back from the mirror. “How do I look?”
Sidney scrutinizes me closely and says matter of factly, “The hair needs some work.”
It’s a good thing he’s cute.
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