She Probably Thinks I'm a Prostitute
Bridget Jones's twin (that's me) is back. Picture this: It's 9:00 in the morning. I just got out of the shower and put on my robe. My cell phone rings, so I pick it up. It's work. I decide while I'm talking to put away three wine glasses I washed the night before. (No we weren't drinking. They were... Sign in to see full entry.