Thursday - UGLIFY

Once she had her Diet Coke in hand, Oliv planned on visiting her friend Cecile who had just given birth to a boy or a girl. Oliv wasn't sure. Babies, especially newborns, had such a unisex quality for Oliv that she struggled even when the mothers dressed them in pink or blue. Oliv had to remind herself she wasn’t bitter about Cecile's run of good luck, converse to the version of luck Oliv currently weathered. So what if Cecile’s husband was recently out of medical school and had taken over his father’s practice? Wasn't that great? Both Oliv and Cecile were born of humble stock, but nowadays every conversation with Cecile was choked with words like country club, Lexus, and Jimmy Choo. It was irritating. Fortunately, life had a way of throwing curves at people fresh from a lottery win. Oliv had only seen pictures on social media, but Cecile's newborn was what some might call an ugly baby. The poor thing had been uglifying a whole swath of Facebook for two weeks now. Oliv didn’t feel bad thinking this because uglify was an actual word. Look it up. The car in front of Oliv moved and she pulled forward to the speaker. A voice blared something at her, unintelligible words, but Oliv didn’t need to understand them. She ordered her Diet Coke and only then started digging around in her ashtray for the required change. Just another day. She flicked her wristband and smiled.