Regardless of how my day ended, it started out with a lot of promise.
First, I woke up smiling and managed to post about it in the wee hours of the morning. Hair mussed, pajamas askew, but I wanted to share before I forgot it.
Then, I looked hot, and I knew it. Lace tights, no panties, hooker boots (not really, but my uninformed former office mate called them that) and a skirt with a slit up to heaven – the soft, oversized sweater was just icing on the cake. Lace tights, for the uninitiated, aren’t that comfortable, but they are SO pretty.
Before the day got started, I read my horoscope. I take very little stock in horoscopes, but I know I’m a stereotypical Scorpio and it fascinates me.
“You will care for yourself in special ways, adding to your attractive qualities. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone felt like the luckiest person alive because he or she met you?”
That was the best thing I could have read. I couldn’t stop smiling. Who wouldn’t want to inspire that feeling in someone?