A funny thing happened on my way out of bed . . .

[sosoclever]

When I woke up this morning, there was a woman in bed with me. Instead of the_original1's torn jeans and witty t-shirts, there were flowing skirts and patterned, gauzy shirts in the dresser drawers and in the closet. I had to push aside lipstick and mascara in the medicine cabinet to get at my toothpaste. It's not my makeup. I don't wear the stuff. There was a note on the kitchen table in a cutesy, somehow happy script, asking me to pick up cigarettes on the way home. I kicked aside her black, scuffed combat boots with the hot pink skull and crossbones hand painted on the toes to get out the door.

I wonder what the kids will make of her.

I hope she doesn't mind I borrowed her clothes.

Today is Rabbit Hole Day. Thanks to bibliogrrl for reminding me.