I live alone with Debby.
As far as my appearance goes I really don’t have to fuss.
She thinks I’m gorgeous.
Who am I gonna dress up for?
I only go out to walk the dog.
I go to the bank or grocery store very seldom and I’m always wearing a mask and sun glasses
I only put on make up for zoom calls.
Then I realized maybe I’m being too cavalier about this.
My gray roots are turning into stems.
If I don’t shave my legs soon I’ll have to wear larger size slacks.
My once beautiful toenail polish is chipped like crazy and it’s almost sandal season.
Then I remembered.
A super model once lived down the hall.
One night I went over to her house and she was eating take out Chinese food on good china by candle light.
“You do this when you’re eating by yourself?” I asked.
“Of course, who’s more important than me?”
I decided that I’d better get control .
So I dyed my hair, shaved my legs and polished my toenails
I walked my dog and went to the bank feeling pretty good about myself.
When I got home I realized that my shirt was on inside out.
Debby in the cart she jumped out of to bite another dog which got her banned from Whole Foods