I dreamt about Reese Witherspoon
We were chatting it up like two
Bonding over sweet tea (she's southern) and chicken wings
We talked about our babies,
and what it means to be blonde,
I took my purse out and started to put my lipgloss on.
Still sweet, still bonded,
Reese looked at me and said,
we should talk about colors.
Okay, I agreed,
although I felt a bit a kid
whose babysitter wanted to make her over, but then
she saw my shoes
Let's go shopping instead!
That's when I woke up,
half elated (Reese and I were going shopping because I was cool and made her feel like a regular girl)
and half pissed,
What the hell does she care
about my feet and lips!?