Truth is not beauty.

So, i was busy dressing my mother up as a hippy,
Wait, i'll say that again.
So, i was busy dressing my mother up as a hippy,
when the following exchange occurred:

me: You know, this would be faster if you just let me lend you my usual clothes.
her: Nah, i'd prefer to look good.
me: ...(thought goes through the mind: "what the hell did that mean?)

(A sequel to Wisdom Is Not Truth: last night i got the best job offer ever. "Hi, i have a job for you but i can't tell you what it is yet". I proceeded to go around duino pretending to be a secret agent. Oops, i said the D word. Oops, i don't care anymore.)