So, this morning’s compliment from the Other Half was, “… oh, you look like Gru, you know, from Despicable Me.”
Turns and gives blushing partner dirty look.
“Er, what I mean is … it’s what you’re wearing.” Quickly leaves room and locks self in office leaving me standing there looking at myself in the hallway mirror.
Okay, so it’s true. They’re right. I look like Gru, but with more hair. It’s the black jumper over white tee, and beneath, black leggings on a pair of skinny legs.
This is what my life has come too … I’m turning into a female, dumpier version, of Felonious Gru!
I’m not exactly dressing up to impress, either. And you know? It doesn’t matter.
I think we’re all past the do I care what I look like stage, Margot. And we’re onto the, is this comfortable? Same goes for, eh, shaving etc., we can catch up with that when necessary, right? 😉