It seems there has been some kind of a mix-up. Today I attended a photo shoot for a certain well-known french cosmetics house. After a gruelling morning of getting her hair done and having the miracle product smeared on her face, the model sat for a couple of hours inclining her head a few degrees back and forth and smiling gently as the photographer snapped away.
Tomorrow she flies back to her home in Barbados, and after a week of rest she goes on to another assignment in New York. Thanks to some kind of administrative error, she is clearly living the life intended for me. It seems so obvious now that I should be heading off to my Carribean hideaway instead of spending the evening eating four-day-old ravioli and watching The Day of the Jackal. Can this be put right before it's too late?
Everything is relative, ma'am (with respect to the head gear). You attend a photoshoot (and not one, mind you, for a certain well-known brand of garden forks). You eat ravioli (vs tinned meatballs). You watch movies (vs paint drying). What can those of us say that have little else except jaundice? Let her eat cake!
ReplyDeleteThe chain continues! I'm living the life you should have had... and somewhere out there somebody covets your meatballs and jaundice.
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