Last night, my best friend came over to my house to help me pick out what dress to wear for homecoming. I tried them on and got her feedback. Here’s what she had to say:
“You look like a disco ball.”
“You look like a grandma.”
“Take that off now, please.”
“You still look like a grandma.”
“Why did you even order that?”
“You look like a hooker who’s going to a funeral for your hooker friend who died hooking up.”
Homecoming is in four days. The dress hunt continues.