Tales of landing butter-side down.
These are stories about the awkward in my life. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy them. If not, I’ll come to your house and tell you how wrong you are until you agree.
Please feel free to comment. I’ll feel free to ignore them. Or I’ll curl up in the fetal position and cry and cry and cry. But go ahead, I’m sure it’s “constructive” criticism anyway. -sigh-
Thanks. Keep being you.
Molly @ theNTZ
There was this time…(pt. 11)
The second time was me shooting cookie pieces out of my mouth trying to apologize for the Snickers incident.
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The Only Lesson
It’s like getting 3 free months of e-tickets to Disneyland but the only ride open is that rickety no-name roller coaster they built before liability suits were a thing.
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All of the psycho, none of the Christian Slater yumminess
It would happen no matter how hard I tried. Looking back, the sudden randomness was only his whim; and often a way to get me out of the house so he could groom the newest girly supply of the month.
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Truly
Wondering at our luck in our escape, pride in each other’s soaring, we see that wherever it is we land, it’s surprisingly sunny there.
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