"That face."

"That face," he laughed as he shook his head from across the table at yet another awkward lunch set up courtesy of Mother.

Frankly I was slightly shocked at such a statement. What about my face? I was looking at my would be matchmaker as she sat next to me talking about the things she talks about and I suppose I must've had some sort of exasperated expression on my face or something.

I'm realizing that I am pretty easy to read and my face is pretty expressive. I probably don't have as good of a poker face as I think I do.

He had a nice car, though. Nice Samsung phone. Super nice Ferragamo wallet (black leather, bi-fold) which I glimpsed at when he fought over and won the tab. Alas...Azn.

Also:

Happy Easter, darlings. I bought you all tickets to hottest peep show in town: