The funny thing about people today is that they're against the very
ideas that give them the right to be against any idea in the first
place.
This week, I'm tired of my words hitting the ground with an almost-audible "thump."
This week, I'm not talking much or really opening my mouth unless necessary. Except for when this happens:
This is my husband, wearing my favorite hideous puppy thrift store find night gown. He just came out in it last night. And for snorts and giggles, let's just pretend that he's in the middle of saying, "Let me explain.."
But I'm open to caption submissions.
This week, I'm tired of wanting to be nice, only to end up feeling quite rude. And it's only Tuesday.
