As we age, ladies feel less inclined to keep their opinions hidden. Some Dolls never kept them out of the limelight, but those of us with manners tried to keep them boxed in mixed company at least. With age, that goes out the window. We will throw down for the slightest thing. No budging. What are yours? I’ll go first.
Chips and salsa are way better than pumpkin spice anything. No lie. Pumpkin spice is disgusting, whether in coffee, candy, or, God forbid, candles. No candle should smell of foodstuff. Final answer.
Money can’t buy happiness. Are we sure on that one? It seems to me that it can take care of beach vacations with a young sir asking if the beautiful señora needs another margarita. It can drape a neck in pearls of varying lengths and fund not working. Is there something unhappy in the lifestyle? I think not.
Camping is a never. Okay, try it once just so you know. Bears, mosquitos, sleeping on the ground, marshmallow-y foods, and cooking outdoors. God forbid you’re out there long enough to have to pee. There’s a Ritz close by–it’s America.
Typing with the TV remote. Who invented this? It was a man, wasn’t it? One who plays video games and lives in a basement he didn’t purchase. Perhaps with that money that won’t buy happiness, we need a television upgrade to a smart one that will do as we say.
Petty isn’t put on a high enough pedestal. If enough people got a dose of petty after misbehaving, manners might make a comeback. Example: Badmouth me, become a character in my next book. Look hard, you’ll find someone you know.
Influencers who are 25. What life experience have you had little one? If your mom still schedules your doctor’s appointments and sends food home with you, you haven’t lived enough to give anyone advice about anything. Especially beauty. Girlfriend, life hasn’t kicked you around enough for you to know how a body takes bad news and childbirth.
At any party, find the cat and the level of entertainment will jump a notch instantly. No small talk. The fur ball doesn’t care what you do for a living and will never judge your hair or wrinkles. Same goes for the dog, but they might slobber on your dress. Prepare appropriately for the soiree.
Finally, living like Stevie Nicks is the ultimate. Swathing myself in witchy clothes, collecting amazing scarves, having a past, making a former lover worship me until the day he dies. Fight me on that one. Pfft.
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