I'm driving back from somewhere Saturday and passed a house for sale. "I'm Gorgeous Inside!", it proclaimed.
HA! I snorted. "Me too!" Then I wondered...
Because since Fawn's been here, I fear I have been rather less than gorgeous.
All those deep, passionate posts about her fabulous OTHER friends has awakened in me the slatternly cousin of jealousy:
"Oh, your friend Fawn was delightful!"
"Her blog is great! Makes me want to meet Harrah!"
"She seems like such an interesting person!"
That's my M.O. with Fawn, how we got into relationship, with me having to confess that I really didn't like her very much - because I was envious of her. Ouch.
I would have used the word jealous until reading this Wikipedia article on envy.
Ugh. Envy is worse. Seven deadly sins worse.
Excuse me while I go scourge myself.
Gorgeous inside indeed.