Chrismas wishes
Today Mr LoLL asked me if I want anything special for Christmas. I said yes, I want a plastic surgery, don’t mind where, there is full of options here of things that need a good restoration.
And what he did? He burst into laugher, shook his head, patted me on my ass and went away muttering how funny I am.
I WASN’T KIDDING, WTF!!!
Well, I’ll try again for my birthday.
Anyway, I survived this awful day and tonight I’m going out with my friend Dani for a lovely dinner and a lot of chats (awful not because hubby won’t gift me with a plastic surgery but because I had to deal with the worst category of costumers: middle age managers who think they can flirt with you and treat you like a secretary just because you are a lady and when you tell them kindly that you are nobody secretary but you are the boss they get all serious and professional and begin to talk on they mobiles while you look at them with a raised eyebrow and wait patiently that they recollect they dignity. Pathetic) .
Take care, people!
And what he did? He burst into laugher, shook his head, patted me on my ass and went away muttering how funny I am.
I WASN’T KIDDING, WTF!!!
Well, I’ll try again for my birthday.
Anyway, I survived this awful day and tonight I’m going out with my friend Dani for a lovely dinner and a lot of chats (awful not because hubby won’t gift me with a plastic surgery but because I had to deal with the worst category of costumers: middle age managers who think they can flirt with you and treat you like a secretary just because you are a lady and when you tell them kindly that you are nobody secretary but you are the boss they get all serious and professional and begin to talk on they mobiles while you look at them with a raised eyebrow and wait patiently that they recollect they dignity. Pathetic) .
Take care, people!