13 Lunch

This could be a recipe for disaster that is all I care to think about the impromptu lunch invite given to me by my husband last night. I had worn a dress this time of my size. I checked to see all the dresses of my sister's size had been replaced by mine. There had been a shift in the mould of dresses too.

From being too bold they had toned down to mediocre but not at all boring. The point is I loved it every one of them. Even though I hated the idea of a stylist I could never achieve half of what she had done to my wardrobe today. I haven't even mentioned the fact the dresses where too short for me. But he had somehow guessed it. I never thought men could give attention to details. The one time I went out with Jeff he had forgotten the fact that I had peanut allergy and ordered me a peanut cake. Thankfully I had sense to ask him saved by the bell what else can I say? Thinking of Jeff had filled me with guilt not of our breakup but not feeling anything particularly. I used to judge He