When did you lose your glam?

The other day, out of having nothing to do and all day to do it (I refuse to use the word 'boredom' because Marylu Henner recently said on "Anderson Cooper", "If you're bored, you're boring), I invented a little game to play with Ingrid.  I texted her asking her to share something she does in the privacy of her home that she wouldn't want anyone on earth to know.

She complied and then so did I.  Then she went again.

Last night I thought of something else.  I will share this one because it greatly reflects my class, elegance and sophistication.  I recently went through my Facebook friend list and unfriended some people who either I don't really even know, didn't like that much or who just bored me.  A few are on the fence right now.  One "friend" changes their FB profile picture a lot.  Like twice a day.  It annoys the bejesus out of me.  Keep them around just to love to hate.  Whenever they change it, I literally flick the screen.  I'm usually on my Kindle Fire and do this from my chair.

This is how the text went down:

Me:  Another thing I do  - whenever so and so changes their FB picture, I flick the screen.

Her:  ROFLMAO!!  I can see that too...in the brown chair...one leg thrown over the side, upper teeth pressing into lower lip.

Me:  OMG!  That's exactly how I'm sitting!!!

Her:  Hair pulled back.  Ratty slippers on.  It's burnt into my retina.

Me:  It's like I'm on a webcam!

A few months ago when she was here she called me on my cellphone first thing in the morning and asked me to come to the guest room.  Got in there (all the way from the living room) and she asked me, "Kim?  When did you lose your glam?" 

Offended, I have not let her forget this.  She recently asked for a list of some of my favorite make up and lotion and stuff like that.  Told her about Rapid Lash, Oil of Olay In Shower Body lotion, lip plumper and a few other things.  I let her know, under no uncertain terms, that although I shared a few faves, I draw the line at sharing my health and fitness tips with her.

Last night she pointed out that that vision of me in the chair, leg flung over, ratty slippers and hair up was the catalyst to that pertinent question..."When did you lose your glam?"

Sad to say, I get it now.