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THE NEWS THAT WILL MAKE YOU BOIRE CHAMPAGNE
Patricia is your best friend.
Last night, I came home from work, exhausted. My head was full. I had problems at the factory, issues with an inconsiderate colleague, my dog who kept wanting me to take him out, and my accountant was harassing me because there was money missing from the account. In short, I was overwhelmed. So, I told myself : Patricia, get a grip, put on your flippers, your mask, your snorkel, and jog to the pool. That should get your sculpted body ready for a good hour of swimming. However, when I got home, I realized I had neither flippers, nor mask, nor snorkel.
So, I opened my fridge and discovered a parade of bottles, each one more beautiful than the last. I tried to close the door, but the call was too strong. They were moaning, begging me to pick them, to open them, and to drink them down like a smooth green slope. My right arm did everything it could to keep the fridge door wide open, while the other grabbed the nearest Prosecco. Then I had to wrestle with my left hand, which was doing its best to resist the assault of my mouth, which dreamed of only one thing : gulping down the precious liquid.
This situation lasted late into the night. It was a relentless struggle between good and brilliant. At the end of this exercise, I was finally calm, serene, relaxed, as if I had swum 100 laps or even run a marathon fueled by hops. Yes, alcohol makes you sick and slowly kills.
But it also has its anxiolytic virtues. From time to time, when the world throws too many jerks in our face and we have to manage a high level of stress, there’s meditation, sports, or a little drink that can save us. And I say this without working for any organization other than my own. And you can see where I’m going with my big clunky shoes branded Patricia Blanchet.
Yes, there is another remedy for gloom, stress, and uninteresting people. For this, you simply need to take one of my models in your hand, first to observe it, then to smell it. The shoe is an essential cog in a woman's emotional life. I understand this well.
So, personally, I’d sometimes like to relax a bit with some of my models, but that would be almost like an Oedipus complex, and there’s no way I’m falling into that. Right, as I’m writing this news, it’s nearly 7 p.m., and I can feel my arms pulling me toward the fridge for a drink.
Adios, muchachas.
