It all came to a head after I tessed her for being on the Big 6 Wheel on the 2nd or 3rd day we were open. She flat out refused to deal those stupid games at NYNY, so I know she hates em, so I just rolled my eyes, and said something like, "Oh, lucky you. I know how much you love the wheel." And she got kind of snappy and when I said, "You're pissy today," she said, "You've been on me all week," and I'm like, "What?" and that's when the competitive thing came about. *shrugs*

And she can be juvenile, and I know her well enough to know that it might have blown over a few days later, but that if it hasn't by now, I've lost her. And I'd love to say, "Well if she's gonna be that way, than good riddance," but I can't.

As for the lipstick . . . *blushes* Sweet Ginger