…to find a rich husband.
I’ve felt pretty run down for the last few weeks. A friend told me it was because Mercury was in retrograde. I had a feeling it might have more to do with the fact that I don’t eat red meat and tend towards anemia. So rather than hit up my psychic for a reading, I decided to head to my doctor for a vitamin b shot.
I walked into Dr. S’s office armed for battle: “a week ago” and “I’m working on it.” But rather than the usual “when was your last period? do you have a rich boyfriend yet?” I was directly confronted with the worst: “So, where’s my invitation to the wedding?”
“I haven’t had them printed yet?” I laughed uncomfortably as he stuck my arm with the needle.
“Seriously, do you have a rich boyfriend yet.”
“Yes, and his name is Gary and he collections art.”
“Really! That’s fantastic.”
“No, not really.”
“Oh. Well just remember, it’s as easy to fall for a poor man as it is for a rich man. Just make sure you fall for the rich one… now please, go eat a hamburger.”
Hamburger? maybe tomorrow.
Rich boyfriend… maybe after the hamburger.