I have been hearing this term quit a bit lately. Seeing former Jazzercise students, and them commenting on "the cycle of life". I am married now, have two kids, and a little more grown up than the last time I saw some of these ladies. It makes me realize I have come along way. I am proud of myself and my life.
Lipstick. It's my American Express. I have always carried it with me, whether in my pocket or my purse. Unfortunately for my mom, dad and sister, they had the displeasure of wearing my lipstick on various articles of clothing. Being the forgetful person I was (and still am) I would leave it in my pocket and when my mom did the laundry...voila! Revlon for all! I think I always felt worse for my dad when his underwear would come out of the dryer with big pink splotches on them. A woman can play off a pink blob on their clothes, but not a man. Despite many threats, I still did it, accidentally of course. I still do. Some things never change.
So back to "the cycle"... I opened my dryer to find blue splotches all over the place. Who in their right mind would have put a blue crayon in their pocket? Hmmm. Jake said it was Brandon. Brandon is out of town. (I really think it was Brandon.) I have bright blue spots on more articles of clothing than I have time to list.
Paybacks...in blue.
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