"Who's that?" Sister asked. She was over, needed help dying her hair, which basically meant she didn't want to get any of the dye on her own towels or floor or anything.
Me-:"Dimmer." we had an old ppv popped in the dvd player.
Sister-:"He's a cutie. I don't remember seeing him on when the kids watched wrestling."
Me-:"He hasn't been on in like forever."
Sister-:"I might just have to start paying attention when the show is on. Maybe you've got the right idea after all, with this whole digging on the wrestlers thing."
Me-:"I thought everything was spiffy again with you and your man?"
Sister-:"Oh it is. Doesn't mean I wouldn't mind a cutie like that if things go to crap permanently. You know for back up." she leaned over to see the tv a bit better. "And that's a back up."
Me-:"He's someone to admire."
She chatted a bit about the kids and a play the youngest had been in the other night, and one of the boys getting all nervous about his first date. She didn't stick around long, just wanted to get her hair dyed. Left splotches of jet black dye in her wake.
See, everyone has a bit of a thing for Dimmer.
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