I’ve been framed
by“This is your fault,” I told Tracey when she told me (again) my new glasses sucked. “You didn’t text me back you hated them.”
For a week now Tracey has had this annoying habit of breaking out into a huge, stupid grin when she walks into the room and looks at me. Then she’ll back out, chuckling and shaking her head.
Mind you, I admit it’s been nice to make her laugh.