Quickly, because this is kind of urgent: am I required to wear actual clothes to a belated holiday/new year’s party? I’ve got one last excuse to wear jingle bells and glitter coming up—because my friend Audrey totally gets me and is almost as bad at calendaring* as I am—and Husband and I were just discussing what I could reasonably get away with wearing.
Just a quick one today because I’m exhausted. But in a good way!
It seems like it’s been days, right? But in reality, this just happened.
Some of you guessed wildly, some of you guessed mildly, but I’m here to tell you all equally that what I’d ordered for him was XCOM 2 (there was going to be something else too, but he pissed me off).
Never let it be said that I am not willing to point out, when the rare opportunity presents itself, my own imperfections.
I am, for example, not as young as I used to be. Shocking, I know. But that’s not all!
The fine art of entrapment may be verboten in the world of law enforcement, but I’m here to tell you that it’s a vital component if you expect your marriage to be at all humorous. Sure, some people strive for peaceful, happy, harmonious, mutually beneficial marriages… but I think they must not understand what they’re missing.
If you’re sensing one of those posts where I ramble a bit, and have to jump back and forth to properly tell the story, congratulations on the paying attention thing! But no, this time I’ve actually got my shit together, and there’s a point easily made. Come along, readers – trust me.