I wake up with a head cold... Madame Hearsay is out of the country so I'm battling her work, my work, oh and the cherry on top.... Client Co Counsel. I have yet to tell you the latest on his shenanigans. He's probably the devil. So I'm feeling terrible and about to go pick up Ninja Pooper to take him to the office because he is sad he's not able to come to the office while she's out of the country.
Anyways, I'm meeting with a client of ours from Florida. I haven't met this woman in person before but everyone's first impression of me regardless of my bitchy and hardball lawyer personality is summed up in the phrase, "What, are you like, 12?"
So I prepare myself for meeting with this client and her panicked response to my youthful appearance. I put on my best cotton JackieO little black dress and deny myself the hot pink sundress I really want to put on... or the dress from anthropologie with the cute little giraffes on a carousel...
Simple... Classic.. Black dress..
I slick my hair back thinking I should probably put it in a bun because a ponytail will look youthful as well.
I walk into the living room and my mother's response, "Are you channeling Robert Palmer?"
Why yes... I am addicted to love.... but it looks like I'm wearing my hair down as usual. Here come the daycare remarks.
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