How well do you have to know a guy to tell him his zipper is down? Do you need to be pretty good friends or can you tell a stranger?
The head honcho at a big ass rehab facility in town called me yesterday to ask me a question about crack. How very nice that my name came up in a group of big wigs when they needed information about the dirtiest sleaziest street drug in town. sigh.
I am just full of hope concerning the week ahead. I know God has it all mapped out for me but I really do wish he would offer sneak previews. I am armed with willingness, gratitude and a new tube of very flattering lipstick.