What is it about the sight of me on the phone and the sound of me saying "I'm going to talk to Stacey now, who I have not talked to in six months. Everyone please leave me alone" which makes every carbon-based life form in this house have a question which only I can answer, and only in the form of an essay, an intepretive dance and a quick trip to the store?
I was going to say interpretive dance in overrated ... but I got nuthin' ...
ReplyDeleteI think it's the fact that your uterus once housed a tiny human.
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ReplyDeleteI think of myself as a water-based suspension, that’s what made what Sandy did such a hard thing. People might pin the like on me. Well, they already think poorly of me asking “Is it something in the water.” Yes—I’m in the water.
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