Every time I decide to wear a white summer dress out to dinner or happy hour, I have one of those Lion King moments. You know the scene that I’m talking about? Everything the light touches is our kingdom, Simba…
I’ll be sitting at the table in my white dress, contemplating what to order, when the soothing voice of James Earl Jones will begin speaking in my head:
Mufasa: Everything on this side of the menu is safe to order, Gracie…
Me: But what about THIS side of the menu?
Mufasa: That side is the list of red wines, Gracie. You must never go there.
If only Mufasa/James Earl Jones would counsel me on a few other major life decisions…like when I’m trying to decide which bag of Doritos to bring home from the grocery store.
[There are far too many Doritos flavors. It’s almost suspicious.]
For now, I’ll just have to settle for sharing mental conversations with Mufasa as I debate between red or white wines. These white summer dresses sure can be risky business. But hey! Hakuna Matata, right?