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Confessions of Lisa - Entry 7 |
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Written by Lisa M.
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Sunday, 19 August 2007 |
Whoa. I thought interventions were for alcoholics, drug addicts, anorexics and gambling addicts. As I was packing my weekend bag for Mom's, there was a knock at the door. Who could possibly be at my door at 10:30 p.m. on a work night? I was a little freaked, but I should have known. I looked through the peephole and there they were. They had me cornered — I could avoid them no longer.
Stacey had her face right up to the peephole with a big grin, while Jennifer and Kelly stood behind her with their hands on their hips. "Let us in," they shouted in unison. "We know you're in there!"
I opened the door, and before I knew it, I was surrounded. Kelly
started: "Lisa, we know you're feeling blue because of Justin. We want
to help . . ."
Then Jennifer interrupted, "Chickie, it's time to break out of your
funk. No, we're not here to set you up with anyone. And I won't even
remind you of the countless ways Justin sucks. We brought a little
something to put a smile back on that pretty face of yours."
Stacey pulled a little pink butterfly out of her purse. Was it some new
kind of candy? Was it a hair accessory? No, it was a five-speed,
waterproof %vibrator%.
"Meet the %Micro Butterfly Vibe%," she said "Guaranteed to send you to Never Never Land."
Hugs from everyone, and out the door they went.
It was so cute and pink. I decided it deserved a spot in my bag—right after I took it for a test drive …
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