Ed note: Many of you have asked for tissue warnings before some of my more emotional posts. I can assure you, with great confidence, that the only tears that will fall over this post are mine.
No, that’s not me, but you’d be forgiven for thinking it was since clearly, there are myriad similarities.
It’s almost eerie, I know.
Dear Victoria’s Secret,
I thought we had an understanding, you and me. It went like this ..
I give you the per capita income of a small nation once every nine months or so and you, well, you provide me with the spectacular feat of engineering that gives the girls a comfortable home – exactly where they belong.
That was the deal.
And then you – well, you went and broke my heart.
You slapped me – and the girls – in the face.
You discontinued the only bra I ever loved.
Oh Vicky, why you gotta hurt me?
Come back to me, girl.
I won’t forget, but I’ll forgive.
The girls and I need you.
Don’t make me beg.
You know where to find us.