I know ya’ll have seen TLC’s gem of a reality show about people with crazy “addictions” that are really more dysfunctional habits and fetishes than physical dependencies. Did you see the one with the lady who sniffed gasoline from a water bottle every 10 minutes? How about the woman who ate a roll of toilet paper a day (preferably 2-ply, please)? Okay, you’ve at least seen the lady who tells us how she wipes herself with the fingernails she’s been growing for 10 years.
So, I’m thinking about writing them a letter about my own addiction: Scarves. It doesn’t matter that I call them “summer scarves,” people still look at me like I’m certifiable and politely ask in true southern form, “honey, ain’t you hot?” It’s over 100 degrees today, and when I got dressed {in the air conditioning, mind you} I decided that today was a fabulous day to rock a long — though lightweight — scarf. Then I almost died of heatstroke just walking to the car in the driveway, but it’s all good because my neck is wrapped in a stylish and colorful security blanket. So cozy.
And anyhow, I needed a little fancy. Tonight a few girlfriends and I are meeting for drinks before heading to the theater {that’s pronounced, THEE-uh-tuh, if you’re wondering} to catch a local production of Evita. Last year we saw Rag Time, and Steele Magnolias before that, and our community theater never disappoints. Looking forward to a girls’ night out!
What do you think?