Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and talk some sense into YesterLys.
YesterLys is me, 12 hours ago. And she doesn’t realize that her bad decisions screw me every time.
I’m not doing laundry over the weekend!
Come Monday morning I’m taking the T in damp socks I had to hand wash before work. Curse you, YesterLys.
I’ll shave my legs tomorrow.
With the pants, silk sleeveless shirt, jacket and the building’s broken air conditioner I sweat like Robert Hays on Airplane.
At a job interview.
I couldn’t even take my jacket off because I hadn’t shaved my underarms either. I did try to blot the sweat with a copy of my CV.
I didn’t get the job. Thanks a lot YesterLys.
Just one more slice. No one’s going to notice.
“Where did all the cornbread go?”
“Um…I ate it all?”
“In a day?”
“Damn you YesterLys.”