This morning, Les came out of the bedroom dressed for corporate battle: black, knee-high boots, black leggings, black skirt, black top and a black jacket…
Me: Wow, babe, look at you dressed to kill. People are going to think you’re heading for a funeral.
Les: (in her best attempt at a Southern drawl) Well maybe I am!
Johnny would be proud.
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By the way, I kicked ass that day