You're a Ten

Today at work there was a couple I found leapord-print pumps for in the back of the store.  The woman walked out of the fitting room to show her husband a green dress with the shoes and she looked good.

I found out later that she was unsure of the lace-ish long-sleeved sheath-ish dress because, said her husband, her comfort zone was wrap dresses.

She should have no comfort zone.  She had an awesome body.

But I heard her husband say this wonderful, adorable, enviable, remarkable thing to his wife: " you're a ten already, and now, if you could go above a ten, you'd be a 10.5."

Squeeeaallll!  

I want a man who thinks I'm a ten.five!

Today, I also scared a customer by laughing all by myself at a retarded song really loudly. 

And then I laughed really hard when I got into the parking lot when I saw that my car was the only one with a mysterious inch of snow still on the hood and roof. Can you spell lazy?

The meds must be working with all this laughing.

Did you know that if you put ranch on dry fried rice it makes it taste like a burrito?

The end.