Thursday, August 13, 2009

Mirror, Mirror

Dear Mr. Cary Grant can be forgiven a moment's narcissism. Were that what was staring back at me in the mirror, I'm not sure I'd ever leave the house.

1 comment:

  1. If that was staring back out of your mirror, I'd be booking a flight to the sultinate post-haste.

    Related confession: Three drinks into an evening many years ago at a bar of ill repute, I cruised a cute number across the bar...and then realized I was actually cruising myself in the mirror behind the bar. Sadly, I still went home with him.