Yesterday, Sis and I decided to stop off at Prescriptives to get a color match and buy new foundation. Ok, really, this was something she wanted to do and it looked like fun so I played along. It's kinda cool, because they do all these stripes on your face to see what turns orange on you. I left that counter over $75.00 poorer (Honey, if you're reading this, I paid out of my allowance, I swear!), but sure that I'll be a raving beauty at work tomorrow.

Note: Co-workers that read this, please allow me to have my fantasies. Thank you.

On to the real purpose of this post. While there, I found out among other things that my sales lady had just divorced her husband and gave me the whole story about why that divorce came about. This was a 15 minute encounter. Never met the woman in my life.

Today, we had to have a plumber come out to *try* to fix whatever is causing our sinks to back up (this in and of itself is a post all of its own). In this visit, I learned about his family members with gambling problems, family members who have terrible diseases, how long he's been married, what he got for Valentines day, what he loves about his wife, why he quit his last job, and the list goes on. He was here for an hour and most of the time was in different parts of the house. The time we spent together in the same room was probably less than 10 minutes.

I've mentioned before on my blog that hubby chuckled after he overheard the deli lady telling me some very personal stuff, even though I'd never met her before. I reminded him about things he told me on our first date that kind of shocked me. He was shocked that he shared those things with me. Chuckle all you want hubby, but you were also one of 'them'.

Sometimes people tell me things that I wouldn't even discuss with my own sister and it's hard for me to remain poised and not have this look on my face:


Please don't get me wrong, I think it's an honor that people feel comfortable in telling me things, but I wonder just what it is about me that makes them so comfortable in telling me such private things? It's just a rhetorical question, because I know that most people reading this have no idea what I look like.

Maybe I should market this skill and be a police interrogator or something...... hmmm.... yeah.....

Pipe in harp dream-like music:

RisibleGirl: Is there something you'd like to tell me?
Bad Guy: I wasn't going to confess, but yes, I did it! I did all of those horrible things and more! Thank you RisibleGirl, I feel SO.MUCH.BETTER now.
RisibleGirl collects her forty gazillion dollar check because she's saved so much money in court costs.

Yeah... Ok, back to reality.